Sir Loin

I have 26 stories published in 5 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 8148 times and 5 of my stories have been cherry picked.

I've taught myself over the years that I can get really good at any skill so long as I practice it. I've just started practicing storytelling not too long ago and while I am not any good at yet now, I hope to exel in it in due time.

STATUS: Trying to make it to the end of a project.

My collections

Bloody, Brawling business

Brutal Bites

Poetry

Swept Under: Drafts (looking for feedback)

The School of Thought

My stories

Another attempt at Bloody, Brawling Business CH1 (Part 2/2)

By Sir Loin on Sun, 21 Jun 2026

Newt sat up on his knees and looked at Ferdinand for a second, expecting him to reach out to help him. When Ferdinand made no attempt to do as such,...

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Another attempt at Bloody, Brawling Business CH1 (part 1/2)

By Sir Loin on Sun, 21 Jun 2026

The feeling that came with knowing someone would happily burn the world for his sake was the most precious feeling to Newton. It made him willing to...

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A Friend From Afar

By Sir Loin on Thu, 21 May 2026

The clock's the same. The date's unchanged. and yet it is very strange, that in this derranged temporal range we live in different times, estranged...

Miscellaneous

Poem

Certificate U

Swept Under: Chapter 7: (looking for feedback) 27/04/26

By Sir Loin on Sun, 26 Apr 2026

Maxis arrived at English class late. He took an earful from the teacher and sat down between the classroom wall and an empty seat. A couple of...

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Swept Under: Chapter 6: (looking for feedback) 25/04/26

By Sir Loin on Mon, 20 Apr 2026

After being embarrassed in front of the whole school and thrown down the stairs, Red was all Musa could see. A stream of blood ran down his shin. The...