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CollectionScars, Tears, and Wounds Like Weapons: The Poetry SoulFire7705 months 1 week ago
StorySnap Decision SoulFire7735 months 1 week ago
Story"I'm Not Finished." SoulFire7715 months 1 week ago
Blog entryFrankenplot Had Two Correct Entries! SoulFire7745 months 1 week ago
Blog entryHe Loved Her With His Whole Heart SoulFire7705 months 1 week ago
Blog entryLast Day To Guess! SoulFire7705 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (3) SoulFire7715 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (2) SoulFire7715 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Enter a Contest (1) SoulFire7715 months 1 week ago
StoryPetrichor (1) SoulFire7705 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Field Behind the House SoulFire7705 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Rules SoulFire7725 months 1 week ago
Blog entryFrankenplot SoulFire7725 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Spot a Liar (3) SoulFire7705 months 2 weeks ago
StoryPetrichor (2) SoulFire7705 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Spot a Liar (2) SoulFire7705 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Spot a Liar (1) SoulFire7705 months 2 weeks ago
Story06 - The Routine (2) SoulFire7715 months 3 weeks ago
Story06 - The Routine (1) SoulFire7705 months 3 weeks ago
StoryMalachi's Last Report SoulFire7705 months 3 weeks ago
Story05 - The Cells (2) SoulFire7705 months 3 weeks ago
Story05 - The Cells (1) SoulFire7705 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Land a Gap (1) SoulFire7705 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Land a Gap (3) SoulFire7705 months 4 weeks ago
StoryThe Less Miserables Land a Gap (2) SoulFire7705 months 4 weeks ago

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Cherry

Period Piece - § 4

They walked home the way they walked home, her hand in his. He carried the day behind a level face, the missing hour and the folder with the date in...
Cherry

Period Piece - § 3

The slip was on his desk when he came back with his coffee, face down on the laminate. His name typed at the top, and a time, and under that the word...
Cherry

Period Piece - § 2

The work was a game, the same one every day. Alan sat at his console under the long tubes of light with the controller worn smooth in his hands and...
Cherry

Period Piece - § 1

The radio came on at six with a song Alan Merrick had heard a thousand times and could not have named. He let it play. Coffee and the gray slatted...
Cherry

Both Eyes Open

The rule lived at the end of the hall. Not the stove, and not the dog that bit the Harmon boy. The glass. You do not look in the glass. He said all...

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