Old Stuff

Two stories from my thesis. The only two I can really stand to read anymore.

The Uncanny Valley

Riding It Down

Fall, Winter

Two short stories I wrote. They share main characters. The first chronologically, which I wrote second, acts as a sort of prelude to the second, though I hope it stands on its own. You have to read a bit more into it, which is normally the case with short-shorts, I guess.

September 3rd

Violins

Both link to google docs.