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I wrote a thing. I don’t actually plan to publish it, but I also don’t think it needs its own thread. I don’t write fiction often, because I am not very good at it. This is the first fiction I’ve written in twenty years. It’s not very original, and it’s probably pretty mediocre, but it’s a nice story about a nice person doing nice things, and I wanted it to be read by someone other than myself. Literary trigger warnings: I address the reader directly, there may be a few places where I don’t keep tense perfectly, and I use the very old trick of obscuring names with blank spaces, a la “Mssr. M___ sat uncomfortably on the cold wooden bench as the constable examined his papers.” Edit: Oh, yeah. It’s only about 1,500 words. It’s short. Edit: Link removed. If no one has commented in two weeks, they’re probably not going to start, now, and I don’t want it just sort of hanging around out there. Veni Vidi Ameche! fucked around with this message at 06:57 on Jun 12, 2018 |
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