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This is an *unrevised, unedited* freewrite; I think there's a glimmer of potential under all this crap. Advice? Friendly fire? It's all good. Elin flicked a sliver of gray bark ...

[Written for the Fool's Duel Challenge o' the week, Fantasy Fools usergroup.] Once, Hallah knew, this village had thrived in the shadow of the mountain. Ore was wrung from its ...

[Autobiographical: friendly fire?] - Greenwich Village is cold today, colder than one would expect in late August. The sky hangs heavy and lethargic over the city, and the wind that ...

“Fuck,” he muttered, slamming the top drawer closed and wrenching the second one open, fingers sifting with brutal purpose through the flotsam. Packages of staples and paper clips, scraps of ...

There was something incongruously romantic in this, she thought as she looked out at the lazy arcs and steadfast pillars of the Verrazano Bridge. Something about looking out over this ...

[All right, so this is another of my notorious freewrites, though this one definitely WILL be further developed, hopefully into a full novel; I understand that, since I didn't do ...

Yes... the ending needs to die a slow and painful death. I know and acknowledge this. Now help me figure out exactly how to kill it/cure it. The vibrations transmitted ...

Jimtide squeezed through the throng with a scowl, leaning into each shove with unnecessary force. His irritation earned him more than a few curses and barely-dodged blows as he pushed ...

I. Will she go too? I’m waiting here in the room my grandmother decorated, where she saw her sons laid out and, mercifully, still beautiful. I kick my shoes away, ...