3 Works by keesbnees
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Dennis Whitaker comes to the Fold because he has nowhere else left to go.
Hidden deep in the Pennsylvanian mountains, the secluded community offers him a place to live, help finishing medical school, and a future he thought he’d already lost. The Shepherd himself - Jack Abbot - welcomes him warmly, the flock members treat him like family, and for the first time in months Dennis feels like things might finally be working out.
Then there’s Robby - the quiet lumberjack who keeps watch over the commune and the forest alike, who rarely speaks but always seems to notice everything, and who seemingly never strays far from Dennis’ side.
However, the longer Dennis stays, the harder it becomes to ignore the feeling that something about the Fold isn’t quite right - and that the people who run it already have planned exactly who the young med student is supposed to be.
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- Part 1 of To Build A Pyre
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Two up-and-coming bands are on the rise in the 80s music scene. Between Ferns has just returned from its incredibly successful tour of the UK and Ireland, and re-emerged after a small break. Meanwhile, W.E.T has been selling tickets like wildfire all over the US. It has been a year since the lead singer of Between Ferns, Steve Harrington, had a public confrontation with W.E.T's Billy Hargrove.
That's the story the tabloids will sell: because it's flashy, it's shocking. But they won't tell you that for a year, at the curtain call, the two fell into each others' arms. To put it simply, the pair had both shown sides of themselves not even close friends had seen, they existed in their own world up until they faced a violent uprooting.
When the two bands clash in Oklahoma, will the little friction from that encounter re-ignite a forgotten flame? Can they mend what's been broken?
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Steve swore he was lined up against a wooden board, the large family home their circus tent.
The knife thrower, in his constraining button up, his tightly wound posture stilling him for the first shot. Fingers pinched the blade, and a calculating gaze landed the shot some distance off his shoulder.
There were those words.