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StoryHole Rasko1nikov23 years 8 months ago
StoryWhat Burns Sometimes Returns Rasko1nikov29 years 1 month ago
Collection200 Word Post-Punk Mix Tape markbrown110 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Dig (ii) Rasko1nikov310 years 11 months ago
Forum topicHow to follow authors on ABC? Rasko1nikov410 years 11 months ago
StoryMistletoe and Mothballs Silver Spun Sand2610 years 11 months ago
CollectionThe Dig Rasko1nikov010 years 11 months ago
StoryBad Convention Rasko1nikov411 years 4 months ago
Forum topicBad Writing Prize Rasko1nikov811 years 4 months ago
CollectionPoetry Rasko1nikov011 years 4 months ago
CollectionShorts Rasko1nikov011 years 4 months ago
StoryWe Were Fruit Flies Once Rasko1nikov011 years 5 months ago
StoryPeople Are Ugly Everywhere Rasko1nikov011 years 5 months ago
StoryGay Rioch Rasko1nikov011 years 5 months ago
Forum topic01.02.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook1311 years 10 months ago
StoryCry Baby emilyksmith1411 years 10 months ago
StoryHome Rasko1nikov212 years 8 months ago
StoryRunaway Train alang412 years 11 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov514 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Dig Rasko1nikov2315 years 1 month ago
StoryEsa es vida, mi querida - That's Life, my dear... littleditty715 years 4 months ago
StoryI Walk Around in Circles gingeresque615 years 8 months ago
Forum topicShort Story festival seeks fiction of under 1,000 words blackjack-davey116 years 8 months ago
CollectionDirt: A Noir Story mikepyro116 years 8 months ago
Forum topic14.03.08 New Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook516 years 8 months ago

My collections

My stories

Cherry

Hole

I can’t remember when I stopped banging my head against a wall. Probably when I turned 6 or 7 and words finally dropped from my mouth like worms. It...
Cherry

What Burns Sometimes Returns

A lifetime of control That bears the weight of a sixteen year-old girl, Lighting up against her parent’s wishes On her best friend’s porch, In dead light you called dead

We Were Fruit Flies Once

I knew her family was big, but I didn’t know how big.
Cherry

Home

The half-recalled memories of a town I lived in as a child.
Gold cherry

Bad Convention

People who look like people commemorate a person who looked like someone. The world might be shot, too.

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