Summerween Winner Announced + Halloween Contest Launch
We've crowned our first Summerween contest winner, and what a hauntingly beautiful creation it was. The Winner Jason Scalfano takes home the $250 ...
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We've crowned our first Summerween contest winner, and what a hauntingly beautiful creation it was. The Winner Jason Scalfano takes home the $250 ...
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Express Your Voice: New Blog Font Themes We've added font themes to the blog editor so you can match your writing style. The Problem We Solved Yo...
Choose Your Story: New Profile Timeline Views We've enhanced how you can showcase your life on LavishMade, and we think you're going to love the ...
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
I’m writing this as a confession. I am going to kill someone today. Let me start at the beginning. I’m Native American, from a plains tribe you’v...
i started writing this when i had an idea about a "haunted" video game. it stalled out but then it struck me as something that def gives a #summerw...
the thing with scissors that appears in the short story i submitted for #summerween came from a real dream I had. here's a snippet from my journal ...
The attack came—of all fucking places—at the coffee shop. Evan’s morning started off much like any other. He woke up to the sound of his phone alar...
I’m Right Here Parker Vanegas Elaina could not breathe. Long fingered hands clawed at her face and throat, stealing her voice and digging into t...