Bear Skin

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College sophomore Allie Stevens may not have the perfect life after an arrest and twice-torn ACL, but when her boyfriend of two years books a reservation at the hottest restaurant in Boston she knows her long-awaited happy ending is coming.

She's just not sure if she's ready for marriage yet.

For the former track star there are bigger hurdles to clear first: finding a way to let go of her past so her first time with Logan isn't haunted by memories, convincing her mother to have him over for dinner for once, and dealing with her roommate's unexpected pregnancy.

When the results of Logan's genetic test send him to Norway, Allie must decide if her first love is the one who got away or the one who leads her to her true love. That wouldn't be so bad, if a serial killer hadn't been instructed to make her his next victim.

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Bear Skin

Submitted: January 12, 2015

College sophomore Allie Stevens may not have the perfect life after an arrest and twice-torn ACL, but when her boyfriend of two years books a reservation at the hottest restaurant in Boston she knows her long-awaited happy ending is coming.

She's just not sure if she's ready for marriage yet.

For the former track star there are bigger hurdles to clear first: finding a way to let go of her past so her first time with Logan isn't haunted by memories, convincing her mother to have him over for dinner for once, and dealing with her roommate's unexpected pregnancy.

When the results of Logan's genetic test send him to Norway, Allie must decide if her first love is the one who got away or the one who leads her to her true love. That wouldn't be so bad, if a serial killer hadn't been instructed to make her his next victim. Read Chapter

Submitted: January 12, 2015

Thanks to discreet packaging, condom shopping in the twenty-first century could be done in bulk from the privacy of your living room, but... Read Chapter

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Within a week a note appeared in the mail slot declaring that my anniversary present had arrived. After practice I swung by the student-r... Read Chapter

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A tight-lipped, pale face stole his smile. My feet stuck in place, mired in flashes and punches and screeching rubber, until a mental sla... Read Chapter

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Ida threatened to submerge Boston Sunday afternoon. I’d assumed the news crews were making a hurricane out of a tropical depression, bu... Read Chapter

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Days raced by in lab report deadlines and exams, and with each date torn from my desk calendar the leaves went too, until the trees becam... Read Chapter

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Back at the apartment I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse and shave. The rational part of my brain acknowledged that it’d been two... Read Chapter

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Half past six I called Logan for a quick status-update and heard the voicemail I should’ve expected. His ability to function declined e... Read Chapter

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The water came and the balled ice melted and Logan still hadn’t squeezed into the seat opposite. After the third glass the hostess walt... Read Chapter

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Somehow I avoided tickets for banking an illegal u-turn and speeding. Logan’s complex surged into view in world record time. My mantra ... Read Chapter

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The window yawned into darkness. Nervous as a rat placed into a T-maze for the first time, I tensed at every sound, froze at each new sme... Read Chapter

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The fishtail held after a night of tosses and turns, unlike the skunk tails shadowing my lower lashes, whose inky remains howled across t... Read Chapter

Submitted: January 12, 2015

Noon heralded Break-Up Television Time, our traditional post-breakup marathon where we emptied our hearts of relationship dirt and replac... Read Chapter

Submitted: February 18, 2015

Grandma Ruth always stressed that nothing good ever happened after midnight. Quarter to twelve I tightened my Nikes and pulled a sweatshi... Read Chapter