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Creep: An erotic urban folk tale. Eternal love? Or no one gets out alive? You decide. 6000 words.

Excerpt: Once upon a time there was a young man. His name was Ashley. His unimaginative mother had named him after the weak-willed cad in her favorite movie. Doped up on painkillers and exhaustion from 36 hours of labor, she’d misremembered the hero’s name, and thus, her bouncing baby boy (7 pounds, 8 ounces) would never be the dashing Rhett she’d been aiming for, but would always be Ashley, the ineffectual pawn around whom events spin and sputter toward disaster.

But, as people whose names have fallen out of favor with the passage of time often do, he re-christened himself “Ash” between high school and college, thereby, changing the pejorative first impression from “nerd” to “cool” with the amputation of a single syllable.

Now well into adulthood, he was handsome and fit, gainfully employed at a job that made him enough money to live well and party better. It wasn’t particularly fulfilling or challenging work, and it left him free to spend his time developing superficial beer-buddy relationships with other men, and superficial fuck-buddy relationships with the women that caught his fancy. He bedded women without much thought, loving, laying, and leaving his temporary partners, sometimes with regret, but mostly with relief.