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I don't write poetry, I always said I don't, but I did. I feel soiled...
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I am Mentathiel of House Katilas, a respected diplomat from the southern kingdom of Vyska and scion of a lesser-known house.Except that I am not.I am ..
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We left the party together a little after midnight. Since we were headed in the same direction, she asked me to walk her to the tube station and I cou..
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A short story about the number three...
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Flash fiction written for a contest.
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Contest entry, written for the Nude Writer's contest.
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Her name was Emma, a fiery red-head who had put him in the hospital once. Something about their first meeting had set them on this path of mutually-as..
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Written some time in 2001 or so, back when I had access to student film-makers and lots of student actors. It's not great, but it still strikes me as..
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The ranger Berric watched the man traipsing around the tiny hut, sniffing at bundles of twigs and tossing them into the fire-pit. With each addition, ..
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The Sanctum of the Order, the
innermost temple of the fortress belonging to the Order of Morning,
was more impressive than Edmund could ever have im..
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