[Farewell Dear Brother]: A Demonic Love Tragedy

A thick fog lightly blankets the land as it carries itself across the tombstones of the seaside graveyard. Fog-fingers floating by as they gently caress the names that had become inscribed unto the various stone monuments that scatter around the area....

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[Short] Christmas Eve on Monday

**Christmas Eve on Monday** **By: BeaverReturn** "Holiday cookies will be served at the end of this story."-BeaverReturn His eyes slowly cracked open as the morning radio woke him. On the radio the soprano pitched boys' choir sang their holiday...

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[Desert Romance] Farwell to Farrell

Farwell to Farrell _"Where does the sandman get his sand?"-BeaverReturn_ Burning in a pit surrounded by desert sand, the acceptance letter curled into a ball like a torture victim desperately twisting into the foetal position. Eventually it...

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[Short]: Snow Break

**Snow Break** "Are you a top or bottom?"-BeaverReturn Reggie, in a hurry, exited the library with a pile of books under his arm. It should not have taken him that long of a time to cross the campus courtyard on his way to west-building but the...

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[Short] Winter Watch

Winter Watch "A Post-Apocalyptic Romance"-BeaverReturn A single paw moves across an exposed and nude chest gliding down a field of soft fur. Everything is in silhouette. It is night time, dark. What little light provided comes through a far window,...

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[Short] The Police of Paradise

The Police of Paradise By: BeaverReturn It's an hour after last call and I'm stumbling drunk down some kind of boardwalk. As I make my way home, I watch over the railing as blackened ocean waves come to crash violently into the supporting poles...

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