Ramp Song
I woke up with a strange weight across my ribs and for a second I couldn't remember what year it was.
Autumn Syntax
Amateur fiction writer in Colorado, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. I mostly write in Mature, especially stories built around the class or lesson and people who work as carriers or similar real-world trades. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Autumn Syntax
The Server Error
I'm Willa.
Learning to Be Seen
I've been carrying mail in Wexley for nine years now.