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we’ll name ships
she wants so badly for this to work out, for this to be that start that everybody keeps talking about - the one that she’s supposed to have. the thing about getting older and starting to write your own moves is that it gets scarier even if you blink. original. unbeta’d. 1759 words, pg.

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we loved last
“I’m Jack,” she laughs. And she’s just a girl. We tell love stories for soda cans, pencils and pens, motor oil, and just a piece of mind. original. 1080 words, r. all notes at the end.

that summer i wore you well
cities speak lightly at first. original. 510 words, pg.
note: part of something large and something that i needed to get out. not really sure what i want to do with it yet.

wrinkles
imagine a piece of paper. there comes a time where we’re going to face a moment, the moment, and fail to keep it defined. original. version two. unbeta’d. 1548 words, pg.

wrinkles
imagine a piece of paper. there comes a time where we’re going to face a moment, the moment, and fail to keep it defined. original. unbeta’d. 1011 words, pg.

whiskey
“I was never a pretty girl, never a happy one. But I knew my shit.”
original fiction. hotel chelsea. sid & nancy. little girls in the big city. ghost stories.
890 words, r.
a series apparently.

saturday nights for law & order marathons
there’s a stand and a laugh. you remember interviews. nobody went around likin’ me much in texas. and you’re always thinking who the fuck cares; there’s no one else like her, no time of day anymore.
original fiction. hotel chelsea. ghost stories. blow jobs.
577 words, r

let the madame of the house know - it’s mister ripper calling
If you are lucky enough to even warrant curiosity, stand straight, stand tall. Shoulders back, press them into the wall. If you’re parched, so be it. Mr. Arnold prefers a dry, quiet mouth; best for choking sounds, the blokes from ships say.
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