Chicago Spirit Fic: Soul Eater
The fading gunpowder burns in his nostrils, sharp and clean; a counterpoint to the ripe…
Read MoreThe fading gunpowder burns in his nostrils, sharp and clean; a counterpoint to the ripe…
Read MoreThey'd been so small and young and delicate. And yet so fierce in their will…
Read MoreSet in pride of place at the back of the Garden, in the curve before…
Read MoreThrough lidded eyes, he watched Zion circle around the desk, coming to within a couple…
Read MoreIt twists in me still, what he did to me. That he did this to…
Read MoreFor the men, women and assorted others in a certain trade, there are many places…
Read MoreThere’s a storm blowing in. It’s going to be a bad one, Julius thinks. The…
Read More40-odd years, and there are still things Chappell hates about Mr. Night. He doesn’t like…
Read MoreYou might think a pocket dimension undiscoverable by the cops would be the perfect place…
Read MoreI’ve been messing around with Ira in a friend’s tweaked AU version of SCP’s “Black…
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