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StoryThe Sweetest Thing SoulFire7712 months 2 weeks ago
Blog entryRichard Laymon (01.14.1947 - 02.14.2001) SoulFire7712 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lady on Sycamore Lane (3) SoulFire77102 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lady on Sycamore Lane (2) SoulFire7712 months 2 weeks ago
StoryOne Date Lore12 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Lose the Day (1) SoulFire7732 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Lose the Day (3) SoulFire7722 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Lose the Day (2) SoulFire7712 months 2 weeks ago
StoryWhile I Wasn't Listening SoulFire7792 months 2 weeks ago
Blog entryCALL FOR CONTRIBUTORS / COLLABORATORS FRQNTZ22 months 2 weeks ago
StoryRehearsel SoulFire7722 months 2 weeks ago
CollectionScars, Tears, and Wounds Like Weapons: The Poetry SoulFire7702 months 3 weeks ago
StorySnap Decision SoulFire7732 months 3 weeks ago
Story"I'm Not Finished." SoulFire7712 months 3 weeks ago
Blog entryFrankenplot Had Two Correct Entries! SoulFire7742 months 3 weeks ago
Blog entryHe Loved Her With His Whole Heart SoulFire7702 months 3 weeks ago
Blog entryLast Day To Guess! SoulFire7702 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (3) SoulFire7712 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (2) SoulFire7712 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (1) SoulFire7712 months 3 weeks ago
StoryPetrichor (1) SoulFire7702 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Field Behind the House SoulFire7702 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Rules SoulFire7722 months 3 weeks ago
Blog entryFrankenplot SoulFire7722 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Spot a Liar (3) SoulFire7702 months 4 weeks ago

My stories

Cherry

Ridgeline - Part Three: The Cut

She didn't run. She should have run. The Civic was sixty yards ahead and the stroller was built for jogging and her legs had been running twenty...
Cherry

Ridgeline - Part Two: The Man on the Trail

Her hands moved first. Before she registered the cargo shorts or the 5K t-shirt or the mask bunched under his chin — before any of that assembled...
Cherry

Ridgeline - Part One: The Trail

The walls were doing it again. Not moving — she wasn't that far gone. But the apartment had a way of pressing inward at four o'clock, when the blinds...
Cherry

I. Deep Storage - Part Three

The fingers were the wrong temperature. A living hand would have been warmer. A dead hand would have been colder. This hand was the temperature of...
Cherry

I. Deep Storage - Part Two

Friday. Three-ten. She told the supervisor she needed to check a lot number in Section E for a discrepancy on her cataloguing sheet. He was eating an...

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