There's still a couple of stories I want to write. "Darkness at the Heart of the Sun" and "One Last Drink on Saturday Night" call to me, but not yet. Rather than spread the event out with lame promises that I know I'm crap at keeping, I'm calling it. Five days is a week in most senses.
Golgotha and Back Again
My Powersuit Arrived From eBay Today
And Nothing... But The Truth
Requiem of the Stars
Nitpick. Point out spelling and grammar, places where the story makes no sense (unintentionally), and ending that comes too soon or too late, or where everything falls apart. Tweaks/rewrites and archives start Monday. You have until then.