Check out my ongoing Groundhog Day story!

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Fran wakes up in a small post-apocalyptic town. Something's wrong, and the townspeople are antsy. But is there more wrong than just the wolf at the door?


Part One: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
The sun rose. Fran woke to the dim glare coming in through curtains that would never rot...

Part Two: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran woke before the sun to the distinctive creak of polyester bedding. She pried herself up onto an elbow... ugly curtains from the 80's...

Part Three: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran woke with a start. The world was too soft...

Part Four: Dreamwidth ~ Live Journal
Fran forced herself awake early. The night was still dark, but she could feel that the leaves she'd gone to sleep in had already transformed themselves into a cheap motel bed.

There's a tip jar at the bottom, and I'll be posting new iterations every couple hours throughout the day.

Though this is me writing, the story will remain PG-rated, with some implied violence off-stage and no sexual content.