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I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
Based in New York. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in Sci-Fi & Fantasy. I have a soft spot for mistaken identity, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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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I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
The letter came on a Tuesday, which felt like a joke because nothing good has ever come to me on a Tuesday.
*This one came from a daydream about ledgers and lies, and how easily we trust a stamp and a signature.