Crime

Cherry

Xion Island: Chapter 17

I am filled with hatred. And, to my disgust, something close to nostalgia. The flesh remembers things the memory has never known. I tell her my name...
Cherry

New Directions (38)

The idea of going up North to stay at Karen’s temped me. I figured at least I’d get to sleep with her when she got home. Then I remembered the last...
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Cherry

Xion Island: Chapter 16

Barrow had precisely two pubs that didn’t belt out karaoke on a Friday night. Nash had picked The Townhouse—a low-lit place with real ale, decent...
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Castrator. Part Two.

Still thinking of castrator, I remember when I was 17 and a friend bought her young friend to Church for the first time, I saw something I had never...
Cherry

Xion Island Carrier: Chapter 15

I am filled with hatred. And the cold, exquisite pleasure of momentum. The map of bloodlines stretches across my laptop like a spiderweb. They are...

YNWA.

YNWA. I have seen this before but never knew what it meant. Then someone sent it to me recently and I still didn’t understand what it meant. I told...
Cherry

New Directions (37)

By lunchtime my eyes felt like someone’d kicked sand in my face. Three hours of staring at my PC screen scrolling through hundreds of messages trying...
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