Stories by owlish, by newest first

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  • just a character I plan to use in a story...
    by owlish 1400 words, on Jun 30 1:13 AM
  • NOT A STORY. Not really. A letter I will never send.
    by owlish 500 words, 2 comments, on Jun 23 1:04 PM
  • In which James meets Lady Beatrice.
    by owlish 700 words, on Jun 23 12:31 PM
  • In which James is kidnapped and wakes in a strange place.
    by owlish 1100 words, on Jun 22 10:39 PM
  • Haha. Twisted romance of the Grim Reaper. Happy ending, no?
    by owlish 1300 words, 2 comments, on Jun 21 8:13 PM
  • In which we are introduced to James and Partridge, and James is introduced to Kingston.
    by owlish 800 words, 1 comment, on Jun 21 6:57 PM
  • by owlish 1300 words, 4 comments, on Jun 11 8:44 PM
  • I'm not happy with the title or ending, but what can I do? Meh.
    by owlish 600 words, 3 comments, on May 29 10:49 PM
  • About a Native American girl in the time of the American Revolution, written in fifth grade as a class assignment.
    by owlish 5300 words, 1 comment, on Mar 16 8:30 PM
  • by owlish 200 words, on Jan 9 9:01 PM. In Dear diary, Hmm, Memories, Personal, Rant, Weird
  • “I am in need of a teacher.”1
    by owlish 500 words, on Dec 22 5:26 PM 2008
  • Maurice straightened and flexed his arms, smiling contentedly as he viewed the results of his toil – crops for him, his village, and his fa
    by owlish 1200 words, on Dec 22 12:33 PM 2008
  • Wow. Huge rant. Don't comment. So bad. Weird. I'm out of the weird mood now. Also very, very short. Not even a story. What the heck.
    by owlish 200 words, 3 comments, on Dec 20 1:02 PM 2008
  • For days, the great, white-painted mansion had stood silent. Anyone who passed by would have thought it appeared empty, and known the cause, and hurried away. But there was no one left to walk so casually down the street. Or,
    by owlish 900 words, 1 comment, on Dec 20 12:50 PM 2008
  • The world exchanged its fine-tailored suit of summer gold for the sunsets and leaves of autumn. After a brief time, the reds and oranges and browns blended into bleak emptiness. The drought overtook their oasis. Winter came.
    by owlish 500 words, on Dec 20 11:33 AM 2008
  • “Get going, alien scum!” the guard snarls at you. Calloused hands push you and you stumble into the building. Protest is the vaguest idea on the corner of your mind. Months on a slave ship with little food and much pain is th
    by owlish 1200 words, on Dec 20 11:27 AM 2008
  • Who knows if I may ever decide what this is a prologue to, or ever finish the story... I'm trying to, but I'm not sure I like how it's turn
    by owlish 900 words, on Dec 13 5:51 PM 2008
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