I find this next story interesting for a few reasons. At 160 pages it’s probably the longest single story I ever churned out; it seems I wrote it when I was in high school which will either make it less cringeworthy than The Islanders because I was becoming a better writer, or it will be infinitely more cringetastic because I should have been a better writer by the time I hit high school; it seems to be somewhat autobiographical; and finally, what I find most intriguing, is that I have absolutely no memory of writing this story. So aside from the first handful of pages that I flipped through trying to trigger a recollection, we’ll essentially be reading it for the first time, together. And hopefully, by the time we’ve finished, I’ll still be thinking this was a good idea. Continue reading →
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