Smitty

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StoryTwo Minutes to Midnight - Test Chapter (church) Bethan Hall310 years 5 months ago
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StoryBook of Lain (completed prologue) unedited Smitty410 years 6 months ago
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StoryBook of Lain (beginning of novel) Smitty610 years 6 months ago
StorySearching for Gaudi Part two Smitty210 years 7 months ago
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StoryThe Jolly Puffin well-wisher210 years 8 months ago
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My stories

Book of Lain (beginning of novel)

The world is in a perpetual fog. We hover, ignore our fellowship, and kiss our drink glass with more committment and care than we do with a lover. We...

Searching for Gaudi Part two

As I walked out the doors, I got it. It was never about the stain in the glass, but the light that shone through it. With each step I took down and...

Searching for Gaudi

Searching for Gaudi Recently I took the trip of a lifetime. I guess thats what this is, and at its end, after the story is told, the line will...

The Matador in the Bulrush part six

Gretcha put down her bag of seeds and looked up at me, waiting for my panting rage to soften. “I suppose so. You is right so Lulu…as always.” Lulu...

The Matador in the Bulrush part five

“You didn’t ask him for his?” Joshua was trying to restrain his laughter as he said “Why?....you think I should have?” and then he was laughing at...

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