Renee Asher

Written from a prompt (the prompt was the first line “How do you think it works”). Hope you enjoy it, as there will be at least one more installment in this story!
“How do you think it works?” I asked.
“Shit, I don’t know,” that was Charlie, always the eloquent one. What we had in front of […]

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picks up from here the “smoke in the snowfall” entry left off…
He didn’t think they had meant to do it, no one could mean to do that. But all of it looked so planned. He could see her face now, paler than usual, her eyes wide, pupils overcoming her soft blue irises until her […]

Read the rest of Smoke in the snowfall (con’t.)