K. T. Scott
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Aspiring writer. Average Joe movie critic. Amateur gamer. Professional dachshund wrangler.
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The Song from Outside
Nursing her coffee for warmth, Teresa sits on the porch swing to enjoy the serenity of the dark forest. With a sigh, she gently pushes back with her pedicured feet to start swinging. She smiles contently, resting her head on the seat back and draping her long brown hair over it.
By K. T. Scott5 years ago in Fiction
The Polchinski Locket
The Stormers bear down on me with endless fire. Golden, glowing shards of plasmic metal whistle past me and strike my armor, which won't hold up to an endless barrage such as this one. Weaving between cover, I have no hope of escape. My weapon is nearly empty, and my lone searing knife won't do much good with a group of enemies.
By K. T. Scott5 years ago in Fiction
