I wish I wrote the way I thought; obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns. Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should.  
- BENEDICT SMITH
  • JoinedMarch 8, 2016



Stories by rhia
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just lots and lots of ugly emotions
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Cheryn Roh is a stunner and everyone at Sera Sera, the dingy cafe where she works, knows it. There's also som...
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