http://slow.writerscafe.org/mjmoore The original writings of author M J Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147392 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Continuing where the previous "Tasty Encounters" left off. I posted as I wrote. I've written more on this scene, so thought I would share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/1115914/ The only way it could have ended... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/988841/ A visit to Hell reveals new truths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/988839/ Some scars never heal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/988835/ Sometimes you just can't deny it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/988833/ Written after extensive revision to the main story, Kristoff gets a phone call asking for his help with a revealing portrait. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mjmoore/988828/ A bit of extra onto chapter 3. 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