Scattered papers on the oak desk...

This fiction blog is the collaborative effort of a group of authors each under their own independent pseudonym. It was created mainly for constructive criticism among ourselves and our peers, as well as a melting pot of experimental styles. So grab a cup of cocoa, plop down in that fuzzy chair in your living room and try not to detect the thinly veiled teen angst.
~InvisibleLight

15.12.10

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Jones and Stacy were not to be heard to Darryl; in fact no living being seemed to join him on this horrible journey through the night. But he stumbled once too much, and slammed his face directly into the glass door, opening slightly and letting in a cool breeze across the unconcious face lying partially on plaster, partially on concrete.
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