Cracked Ink and Hoar Frost
Henrietta here, twenty-three, and I should say up front that this whole thing started because of a rock.
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Henrietta here, twenty-three, and I should say up front that this whole thing started because of a rock.
My name is Bernard Higgins, I'm thirty-four, and for the last nine months my evenings have been mostly nothing.
Zara Dempsey was twenty-nine years old and had sworn off romance back when she was twenty-three, after a hotel guest named Glen had seemed…
I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and no good reason for drinking it.
The fake wedding cake had gotten everywhere.
I moved to the island in October for a film shoot, which sounds more glamorous than it is.
The gravel lot at Braidhaugh Farm hasn't changed in two years, which is more than I can say for my mood.
I am fifty-two years old and I let a forty-five year old woman talk me into emailing a total stranger.
Callum Buckley was twenty-nine years old, and he was wet.
I'd been smiling for nine hours straight and my face felt like it was gonna crack.
It had been two years, give or take a month, since I'd last stood in front of Terry Walsh, and the whole drive over I kept rehearsing what…
The storm came in faster than the forecast said it would.
Okay, so here's how I'm going to tell this, because telling it out loud in order makes my face hot and I have to work in twenty minutes.
I woke up on my twenty-ninth birthday to a text from my ex-wife that said only "happy bday, hope you're well."
My birthday is in three days, which is a thing I keep forgetting to mention to people, because nobody asks anymore.
I'm Sherrie, I'm twenty-two, and I moved up to the Mao Mountains seven months ago with one duffel bag and a job tightening the caps on…
So here's how it started, and I swear on my dead husband's toolbox that this is the true version.
Okay so let me set the scene for you.
I'm forty-two years old, and last Tuesday I got off in a recording studio control room with an old bandmate watching.
I signed up for the retreat on a Tuesday night in March, half a bottle of wine in, and I remember thinking it would either fix my life or…
Thread of Thorn, Meridian Harbor, Tangent of Ridge, Laurel Story
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