[Here's just a little introduction to a short story of mine.
Nothing important really, just thought that some of you might like to read.
Read the entire thing (click to be continued) if you wish.]
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“I’m still reeling from the loss,
still a little bit delirious”
A Fine Frenzy
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ZERO:Begin
“Oh shitshitshit,” she cried, perfectly manicured fingers running through cropped raven hair. She did not need this mess right now, or this splitting headache threatening to make her late for work…or that. She narrowed her almond eyes at the naked back of a young man sprawled next to her—Harry was it? Or Donovan? Jared?—and groaned when another ache rattled her sore brain. Last night was the last time she was going to touch alcohol...or maybe the night after.