Short Story Writing
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Free Hand #32
The sky buckles under the pressure space pulls us into a void. Sun envelops itself, swells and becomes something grander,…
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Free Hand #31
Books stacked high. The pages slip out, slip through, into the the room, piling up on the floor, the bed,…
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Dinner: Flash Fiction Series #5
“He hums to himself sharpening his knives. Her voice echoes down the hall…”
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Free Hand #30
I keep my secrets where the sun meets the mountains. The whispers that deepen and the moon that glows holds…
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Free Hand #29
So slick, the body pulls back from the ocean tide. The waves collapse against the shore. Where did you find…