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StoryHole Rasko1nikov24 years 4 days ago
StoryWhat Burns Sometimes Returns Rasko1nikov29 years 5 months ago
Collection200 Word Post-Punk Mix Tape markbrown111 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Dig (ii) Rasko1nikov311 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHow to follow authors on ABC? Rasko1nikov411 years 3 months ago
StoryMistletoe and Mothballs Silver Spun Sand2611 years 3 months ago
CollectionThe Dig Rasko1nikov011 years 3 months ago
StoryBad Convention Rasko1nikov411 years 8 months ago
Forum topicBad Writing Prize Rasko1nikov811 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoetry Rasko1nikov011 years 8 months ago
CollectionShorts Rasko1nikov011 years 8 months ago
StoryWe Were Fruit Flies Once Rasko1nikov011 years 9 months ago
StoryPeople Are Ugly Everywhere Rasko1nikov011 years 9 months ago
StoryGay Rioch Rasko1nikov011 years 9 months ago
Forum topic01.02.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook1312 years 2 months ago
StoryCry Baby emilyksmith1412 years 2 months ago
StoryHome Rasko1nikov213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRunaway Train alang413 years 3 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov514 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dig Rasko1nikov2315 years 5 months ago
StoryEsa es vida, mi querida - That's Life, my dear... littleditty715 years 8 months ago
StoryI Walk Around in Circles gingeresque615 years 12 months ago
Forum topicShort Story festival seeks fiction of under 1,000 words blackjack-davey117 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionDirt: A Noir Story mikepyro117 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topic14.03.08 New Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook517 years 2 weeks 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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