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in 2001, a breakout pop star finds herself making unexpected friends at a house party, and getting a lot closer than anticipated.
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04 Aug 2026
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Reader becomes friends with a dumb bunch of guys who moved in next door.
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31 Jul 2026
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The first night Marty gets Rust home and put to bed he whimpers like an old hound dog in his sleep, making these ripped-raw noises that well and gurgle up past his lips like fresh blood from the hole in his gut all over again. Doesn’t know he’s doing it, course not, but Marty lays there next to him in the dark—the man’s only got one bed, ain’t no shame in that—and has to wonder about the Vietnam-grade shit Rust’s got playing in living technicolor in his head.
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- Part 1 of What We've Got Verse
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13 Feb 2026
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The heat is sticky, there's voodoo in the trees, and she's only being paid minimum wage. Any change in routine would be welcome at this point, in the deadzone of her 20s.
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- Part 1 of The Creeping Woods
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09 Feb 2026
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Spat out of Texas to stand on his own two feet in the LSP, he felt unfit to care for anything but the dead. Rust and sobriety were not on speaking terms on the best of days, and his libido had long stopped picking up his calls. Suspected the viscus medications Northshore never ran dry of, double doses staving off what withdrawal symptoms they could, euthanized it. The gauntlet of detox left him more comfortable with his vomit splashing the toilet than fisting his cock in the shower. Sex found no drive in him. Lust a leftover side effect as savory as dry mouth. Undercover, skin on skin contact was in lieu of involvement, of loneliness, of the bloat and shiver of internal bleeding. Physical contests or blackmail material at worst. Detective Rustin Cohle, state CID, knew better. Hubris. Might as well have rented his red, metal locker out to Pandora. His jacket still fit and he trusted an addict to leave a bump of something before he caught a glimpse of scalloped, white heaven of a different kind. Zipped that pocket shut, willing the bullet with his name on it to find him before Sigourney Terese Comeaux did.
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- Part 3 of RIDERS IN THE SKY
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09 Feb 2026