Little Key Press

Elizabeth Mitchell

DISABLED CREATIVE EXPLORING HAUNTED BODIES

Events

Upcoming (In-Person & Virtual)◗ In-Person: Art Born Words book launch party at Bold Books in Portland, OR—7pm May 24, 2025
◗ In-Person: Claw Machine book launch party at Up Up Books in Portland, OR—6pm June 13, 2025
◗ Virtual: Claw Machine via Vintage Books in Vancouver, WA—7pm June 24, 2025
◗ Virtual: The Bookish Hour interview—September 2025Past (In-Person)◗ Bold Books reading in Portland, OR—October 2024
◗ Willamette Writers Conference Horror Movie Writing Panel (Panelist)—August 2024
◗ Haunted Reads and Eerie Melodies (Author)—Nov 2023
◗ TellTale‘s “Ghost Show” (Author/Artist Vendor)
◗ Mead and Read at Wyrd Leatherworks and Meadery (Author)—October 2023
◗ Willamette Writers Conference Writing Trauma and Disabilities in Fiction Workshop (Speaker)—August 2023
◗ Jolabokaflod PDX (Co-organizer/Author)—December 2021
◗ TellTale’s “We Are Infinite” (Storyteller)—September 2021
◗ Is It Spring Yet?: 8 author reading (Organizer/Author)—February 2020
◗ Jolabokaflod PDX (Co-organizer/Author)—December 2019
◗ Holiday Cheer (Author)—December 2019
◗ PDX Book Fest via Willamette Writers (Author)—November 2019
◗ sweethearts Solo Reading (Organizer/Author)—October 2019
◗ The Book Burger Reading: 10 author reading (Organizer/Author)—July 2019
◗ Wilsonville Fesitval of Arts Reading (Author)—June 2019
◗ Jolabokaflod PDX (Co-organizer/Author)—December 2018Past (Virtual)◗ The Bookish Hour interview—September 2024
◗ Written interview on Uncomfortably Dark—September 2023
◗ Writers Not Writing Interview with Ben Gormanvideo—August 2023
◗ Writing with EDS Book Chat with Alyssa Graybeal—July 2023
◗ Writing Unique Horror Workshop for Wordcrafters—February 2023
◗ American Are You Scared Yet Book Launch Interview—February 2022
◗ TSAB No Body, No Crime Virtual Reading—December 2021
◗ Author spotlight interview on SquishPen Production Podcast—November 2021
◗ TellTale’s “____ Will Save Us” (Storyteller)—May 2021
◗ Jolabokaflod PDX (Co-organizer/Author)—December 2020
◗ Jolabokaflod PDX “Will Crime Fiction Change? 2020’s Impact on Research Methods” panel with Robert Dugoni and Kim Taylor Blakemore (Panelist)—December 2020
◗ Mighty Mystery Interview with Margaret Pinard—December 2020
◗ TellTale’s “We Do Our Best” (Storyteller)—November 2020
◗ Written interview on Book Reader Magazine—2019
◗ Written interview with Madeline Dyer—September 2014

Short Fiction

Elle Mitchell◗ "Bad News" in Claw Machine—June 2025
◗“Come Back Later” in Art Born Words—May 2025
◗ “Lepidoptera” in Art Born Words—May 2025
◗ “Pa” in Issue 4 of The Knicknackery—2016 & We Used to Be Different—2023
◗ “I Never Stopped Loving Her” on Page & Spine—December 2015 (this was the basis for my novel I Never Stopped
◗ Haiku in Issue 39 of Haiku Journal—September 2015
◗ Haiku in Issue 31 of Three Line Poetry—April 2015
◗ “Peter” on Yesteryear Fiction—October 2014Buffy Mitchell◗ “In a Bottle” in Even Cozier Cosmic—October 2024

Essays and Articles

Life & Musings
◗ Essays and mood boards on Just Another Elizabeth's newsletter—March 2025–current
◗ “Expectations and Author Readings” on Medium—October 2019
◗ “Cutting Back on Social Media for Writing’s Sake” in The Startup—October 2019Writing/Editing + Creativity◗ Articles on A Million Ways to Be a Writer—January–September 2024
◗ “Crafts with Anastasia—Author Elle Mitchell Visualizes Her Stories By Creating Miniature Scenes” on Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers—March 2023
◗ “How Writing Is Like Baking Bread” in The Writing Cooperative—January 2023
◗ “Writing Suspense: A Step-by-Step Guide for Aspiring Authors” on IngramSpark Blog—March 2020
◗ “Outlining With the Double-Corkboard Method” in An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)—March 2020
◗ “How I Write and Edit a Novel in 23 Steps: (Plus 4 More for Self-Publishing Authors)” in The Startup—August 2019Disability◗ What My Joints Tell Me on Rooted in Rights Blog: a program of Disability Rights Washington (about my MCAS journey)—August 2023
◗ “Why I Wrote a Disabled Serial Killer” on Women Writers, Women’s Books (About writing Another Elizabeth) — February 2023
◗ “Sorry, I Can’t” in Issue 10 of 99E—September 2020Publishing◗ Articles on A Million Ways to Be a Writer—January–September 2024
◗ “Eight Effective Book Promotion Tips for Every Author” on Damyanti Writes—July 2023
◗ “10 Things I’ve Learned In My First Year Of Self-Publishing (And 3 I Haven’t)” in The Startup—December 2019
◗ “10 Applications and Resources Self-Published Authors Should Consider Using” in An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)—November 2019
◗ “What One Self-Published Author Spent Publishing Two Books (And What I’ve Learned From It)” in An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)—November 2019
◗ “Book Mockup Sites I Love And Why” on Medium—August 2019Reading◗ The best dark fiction serial killer books on Shepherd—March 2023
◗ The best books about the secrets your neighbor keeps on Shepherd—December 2022

About

Elizabeth Mitchell is a disabled creative who’s lived many lives. Her work challenges, blends genres, explores haunted bodies, and delves into the human psyche. She’s an activist, a gamer with potato aim, and an avid reader. As a woman with several invisible illnesses, she enjoys living a semi-horizontal life with her husband and spoiled furbutts in the PNW. You can find her writing under Elle and Buffy Mitchell.Elizabeth was less than a year old when she got her first nickname. Since, she’s collected them (and lives) like trading cards. It’s been hard for her to choose what to be called over the years, so she answers to a lot of things. But if you want to see, read, or experience her work, you only have to remember one thing: she’s just another Elizabeth.You can find her books and limited edition miniatures connected to them in her shop.Sign up for her newsletter/blog and receive a free horror short story.*She has retired from social media. In order to get in touch, you must email her at [email protected] or comment on her newsletter. Either way, please keep in mind, she is a spoonie (chronically ill person), so she can take a while to email you back. It isn’t personal—promise. She almost certainly wants to talk to you and will answer your emails in the order in which they were received.

ELIZABETH MITCHELL

Non-fiction

ELLE MITCHELL

SERIES

Janes (standalone dark fiction series connected by place and timeline; different genres, mostly different characters)

The Miniature Project Collections

Standalones

Horror

Romance

Short Fiction

Anthologies (As Editor-In-Chief)

BUFFY MITCHELL

Crip fiction: Fiction that features a chronically ill/disabled main character or point-of-view. The content of the story is not meant to focus solely on the illness, syndrome, disorder, or disability. The word “crip” is based on the philosophy of Crip Time.*The books that qualify will have a asterisk.

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Claw Machine

an anthology

When you hear of claw machines, what do you picture?In this anthology, claw machines aren’t just beacons for lost dollars and frustration, packed with cheap toys that rarely make it home with us. The claw machine is a game, a curse, a tool, even a drug-induced metaphor. It has omens of death, portals to other dimensions, plushies that aren't what they seem, eggs filled with wishful thinking, society's view on perfection, and so much more.Claw Machine is a collection of stories, with a special introduction, written by 18 established and emerging authors. Their unique speculative stories and dark fiction will grab and pull you in. Unlike the arcade game, you'll definitely walk away with something after reading these stories.

Stories by Angela Yuriko Smith, Angelique O'Rourke, Beth Cook, Curtis C. Chen, Elle Mitchell, Erik Grove, J.B. Kish, Katherine Quevedo, Laura Burge, Marianne Xenos, Mark Teppo, Pia Baur, Sarah Walker, Simone Cooper, Summer Olsson, Valerie Geary, Wes Mitchell, with an introduction by Will Errickson. | Edited by Elle Mitchell.

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art

miniatures

I’ve been obsessed with small things since I was one myself.
In mid-2022, I started a project of 62 stories, flash fictions, and poems during the tail end of a sabbatical. I needed to clear my head, so I started writing short stories and poems to get ideas that wouldn’t quiet on the page. Each seemed to need more. In came miniatures.
So every one of the stories comes with an assemblage, a miniature, a scene, or an entire room. Together, they became the first book in The Miniature Project Collections called We Used To Be Different.
I fell in love as I did worked on this project, so as I finished Another Elizabeth, I made two miniatures to go with it, as well.
I use everything from trash to a 3d-printer to make my visions come to life. My hands don’t always work, so having a ton of options allows me to really push the boundaries of what I could do alone. Some projects take minutes, others months, but that’s another thing I love about it. Like novels, they take the time they take. I can’t rush them. I get to enjoy the ride.
After much consideration, I’ve decided to sell limited edition packets of miniatures. They have miniatures connected to one of my novels in one way or another.*Many more pictures to come, but I'm rebuilding this site so as to step away from the beast that is WordPress, which means things take time. Thanks for your patience!

Other

Art Born Words

If “What do you see?” is the question, Art Born Words is the answer.Welcome to a collaboration of creative minds. Nineteen authors and one etching artist have collided in a unique storytelling experience. With no limits, this collection features short stories, flash fiction, and poems exploring what happens when a community of writers are given creative license to interpret what they see in Steve Graziani’s artwork.Your heart will flip and flop, your stomach will drop, and your hands may just be a little clammy as you read. A tale of a dragon blazes fire across the pages alongside a lonely alien, a woman on Death’s door, a monster hunting summer, and the word “flensed”. Time slips, space is all there is left, and our pasts call for us. By the end, you’ll have lived many lives, been many people, seen many worlds. Thirty-one stories await you.

Stories by Adam Bolivar, Angela Yuriko Smith, Angelique O'Rourke, Brian Parker, David Barker, Elle Mitchell, Frances Pai, Gigi Little, Grant Theron, Hyejung Kook, J.B. Kish, Jacque Day Pallone, Kiyomi Appleton Gaines, Mark Teppo, Sarah Walker, Simone Cooper, Steve Graziani, Summer Olsson, and Valerie Geary. | Edited by Elle Mitchell, J.B. Kish, Frances Pai, and Sarah Walker.

*Currently, this book is not available to purchase. It was a Kickstarter exclusive. There are hopes to change that in the future.

After the Main Course

All of us are lambs for their slaughter.Paisley should be getting engaged. Oscar should be popping the question. Anita should be in the kitchen.But should has no place here at the manor—especially tonight. What was supposed to be a romantic getaway at a vineyard turns into an evening of unimaginable horror with an ending unlike anything you’ve read before.*This dark mystery has some challenging scenes. There is no sexual assault or rape. No animals are tortured or die.

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Excerpt:PaisleyMost men don’t understand darkness like women do. They cause it.It goes beyond the headlines. Those, we’ve gotten used to as a society. Those, we’ve almost accepted. In every bunch of apples, there are a few bad ones. It’s expected.But no one thinks the nice guys will spend years getting to know you, gaining the trust of those around you, bringing homemade toffee to Christmas parties, then sell you to the highest bidder at a gathering of wealthy couples wanting to have an exotic dinner party where you’re on the menu. In what form? None of us know yet.Four years—we’ve spent four beautiful years together.Under the stars, here at a vineyard, far away from the city, the noises and shouts and horns and catcalls and hustle and bustle that throws me into a tizzy at random, I thought he was going to propose. When he told me to wear something nice, I put on that dress he liked. It’s soft and teal, clingy, with a flair at the bottom that has me wanting to spin to see it billow around me.It wasn’t what they wanted, though.That’s what he said. “I think they were hoping for something fancier.”I didn’t know what he was talking about—maybe the vineyard had a dress code?Before I could tell him it was the nicest thing I brought, that it would look beautiful on our walk through the vines, that it was the dress I wanted to get engaged in, that I’d already imagined the pictures of him on one knee in his khaki button-up and me in this dress with an orange and purple sunset behind us, I was falling. My knees cracked as I hit the cement.I never saw the person who hit me.

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What's Underneath

Janes #4

Buried in a grave. Masked behind a smile. Concealed on the dark web. Hidden beneath the skin. There are secrets waiting to be revealed in Janes, OR.What’s Underneath is a sinister collection of four short stories set in the fictional town of Janes, from the author of Our Tragedy and Another Elizabeth.

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Excerpt from the story Under the Peach Tree:Tex,
Your mother just left, distraught and teetering on the edge of destructive. She came to me as a friend, a confidant, a second mother to you. Someone called her, claiming they saw you at a bus station in Santa Monica. They gave her no name and no bus number. They only left her with hope. You know I want to tell her not to go, but I won’t.She’s packing as I write.While her thoughts are on you—imagining your flushed ruddy cheeks and plush body weighed down by your heavy backpack lost in a sea of commuters and other runaways, mine are anywhere but. You know where they are. You know what I’m thinking about.We were never close, you and I, though outward appearances would have implied otherwise. I think we tried for a while. Didn’t we?I’m grinding my teeth at the moment, which is a nasty habit I’ve always had.Once, you commented on it. I was pretty angry, if I’m being honest. A kid telling me what to do. The nerve you had. But after the dentist told me it was wearing the enamel down something fierce, I stopped. Not to mention the sensation has always sent shivers up my spine.Thinking of you wandering around in another city, another state will bring that kind of habit back to a person, I guess.The sounds outside the window you and Cody broke when you were eight keep me on edge too, though. I guess I haven’t taken a full breath in a while.Two American Robins persist on chirping every morning despite my taking down the bird bath and feeders. There are still newscasters unable to take a hint. Those died down, moved on to something else once they believed they had collected all of the shards of information, squeezed every drop of soap from the rag. If the newscasters had asked different questions—the right questions—the narratives would have been different. Still, the cheerful bird songs at daybreak remain, reminding me that life moves on and some things are more stubborn than others. You, like these damned robins, are hard to shake.Darling

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We Used to Be Different

The Miniature Project #1

Sixty-two eclectic stories with sixty-two miniatures to match.Dive into a provocative mixed-media collection from the creative and twisted mind of dark fiction author and multidisciplinary artist Elle Mitchell.Enter stories where urban legends are real and love can be beautiful or violent, where ghosts are both figurative and literal, where bunny aliens are totally normal, and where darkness means drug addiction, zombie apocalypse, grief, cannibalism, and a hitman with OCD. Within the pages of this genre-defying collection, you’ll find an array of short stories, poems, and photographs that plumb the depths of what it means to be human. Each piece has an accompanying miniature or assemblage that brings another fascinating layer to this already unique collection.Take a journey through the unexpected in We Used to Be Different. It’s more than just another collection of stories, it’s an experience.

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Excerpt:My FriendsKids’ screams around me fade to a background noise as I approach the tank. Their parents’ calls to slow down or stop doing that become quiet.I think of them as the soundtrack to my peace.The low hum of the air conditioner reminds me of my apartment. It’s sparse and undecorated, save the 200-gallon tank against the wall, the plaid couch set facing it, and an old round table with a conch shell in the center.Every day, after a long day of work, I pour myself a glass of wine, slink into the couch, and watch. Seven discus soothe and breathe life into the small box I can barely afford as they swim in a small school through driftwood.But it’s not enough.

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Fun fact about the cover:The cover is the miniature for a poem called Home.With every photo I took, I didn’t just want the miniature to look good, I wanted to capture the mood/vibe/essence of the story/flash fiction/poem. With this, the poem is just a few lines long, but the image came immediately.It wasn’t a one person job to take this photo, because yes that is real fire. I only did two digital manipulations in the entire book (one is make an advertisement, the other is erase something so a planet could float—it’s cheesy, and I noted it).So the hubs had to be inside, making a tiny flame for this to work. But not so tiny that it couldn’t be seen.In came the cappuccino mug.In came receipts and paper from the recycling.In came frustration and laughter and hold still and how about now and that’s it! and wait no, let’s do it again.I took over 1000 photos from different angles over a twenty minute period. The sun was shifting, the shadows were playing, the flames were peeking and dancing and swaying.But we got there. My hubs is the best.And so, after 4 different this could be it covers, I found the one. Let’s note that I took all 1k of those photos for the poem NOT the cover. It just made sense. It fits the book perfectly. It’s dark, but the entire thing isn’t my usual suspense/horror. It’s raw and dirty without being gross out. It’s as unpredictable as flames are. And, you know, there are miniatures throughout.

Credits: A huge thank you to the photographers and 3d-designers willing to share their work online! The use of their images in my book does not reflect their opinions in any way. Below are the photographers from shutterstock, Pexels, and Unsplash. The 3d credits have a page unto themselves due to the nature of their uses.Benson John, Carlos Macias, Christian Lambert, Danielle Dolson, Dave Hoefler, Denny Muller, Jeremy Bezanger, Joshua Fuller, Kyle Johnson, Mbardo, Neven Kcrmarek, Petr Sidorov, Steven Kamenar, Mahir KART, Hello I M Nik, Maddy Baker, Steven Aguilar

Another Elizabeth

Janes #3

Another Elizabeth is a gripping literary psychological horror novel that readers will sink their teeth into.Fans of dark humor and challenging fiction will be thrilled to delve into the mind of a deeply flawed disabled woman with a desire to kill.Elizabeth Dauphine’s life is taking a turn.
She has three jobs, a boyfriend that loves her too much, and a recent diagnosis of Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. She’s coming apart at the seams. Now all she cares about is keeping her promise to her younger self before her body fails her—kill without getting caught.
Can Elizabeth physically handle satisfying her urge and maintaining her carefully built façade of normalcy? And if so, will she be able to stop with just one victim?*This is a dark book with many graphic situations. There is no sexual assault or rape. No animals are tortured or die.

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REVIEWS“Mitchell fearlessly delves into the disturbing aspects of the human psyche without resorting to sexual assault, rape, or animal cruelty, offering readers a chilling story that doesn’t rely on gratuitous violence. The author’s ability to create tension and suspense through psychological manipulation and Elizabeth’s internal struggle is commendable.” —Reviewer on LibraryThing“Another book that throws you right in the middle of things from the start. Elle Mitchell does a really good job of pulling you in and making you sympathize in way you probably never thought possible. The writing reminds me a bit of American Psycho with the short and to the point, matter of fact sentences. It really captures the inner thought processes [of] the main character.” —Reviewer on LibraryThing“Amazing representation, and a book and protagonist I couldn’t tear myself away from!” —Reviewer on Goodreads“The most refreshing book about a serial killer I’ve ever read. She’s both disabled by Ehlers-Danlos syndrome AND competent? Imagine that.” —Reviewer on Goodreads“Gripping story, diverse engaging characters, a fun, dark, and different read. Honestly think it could be turned into an excellent a TV show as well” —Reviewer on Goodreads

An article about why I wrote a disabled serial killerAn interview about miniatures I made connected to the novelThe Pinterest boardSpotify playlist made about it

Excerpt:geneticistA car hits someone desperate to get away from me. They honk, but the woman can’t escape the front bumper. Her body rolls onto the hood. As she falls to the ground, wheels roll over her, and her limp body becomes a speed bump. The driver slams on their brakes, and the front wheel crushes her skull into a meaty mess.Well, the car honks. But the woman darts out of the way, narrowly missing the headlight. I’m disappointed she’s okay. Sitting on the sidewalk with watering eyes is not a reason to give someone space. I don’t have a deadly disease. If I did, I’d hold her down and share it.As I wait for Michael, I know it’s now or never. I’m getting worse, and even healthy people get caught.He pulls up beside me and puts his flashers on. I try to stand just as he pops out of the car with his hands raised, shouting, “Wait, wait!”Pain radiates up from my hip, and I wobble. Michael catches me before I fall and holds me tight as he walks me to the passenger seat. He insists on strapping me in like a child. I’m sickened and humiliated for the third time in my life.On the road, a pothole is a hammer and two speed bumps are open palm slaps. Spots fill my vision by the time Michael is parking by a fire hydrant. He’s driven the five blocks we were trying to walk when my hip gave out.I wish he had said fuck it and taken me home. Instead, he’s illegally parked.I’ve always feared a cop would come by and tell me they see me, they know what I am, and they’re arresting me in the interest of public safety. Illogical and paranoid thinking, but the thoughts still bounce around.Michael grabs his wallet from the cupholder and kisses me on the cheek before rushing from the car over to the truck.It only takes five minutes. He slides back into the driver’s seat and holds up an offering of two bags of delicious smelling vegetables and beans. “Got ‘em!”Sometimes, I wonder if he thinks I’m the less intelligent one in the relationship.We drive in silence for a while, my mouth watering and my hip pain not lessening.His face hasn’t un-scrunched yet. I’m waiting for him to say what he needs to say. He cares more than I do—about me, about us, about everything.We get on the highway and hit traffic immediately. He starts to cry. The abruptness of it reminds me of turning on a faucet, only I know it won’t be so easy to turn off.The stop-and-go of the cars around us mirrors his words as he gets them out one by one. Through his ragged breathing, I understand that he’s begging me to go see a rheumatologist, to quit Juniper Foods, to focus more on house sitting—but not ones with dogs or cats. Though teaching ESL is good for me, he thinks. I should keep that job. I don’t remind him that it pays the least.* * *They tell me that my body is consuming itself—a carnivorous beast, hungry for its own collagen. That fits with what I picture as I wake up and manipulate a loose shoulder back into its socket, nearly deafening myself with the sound of crab legs being snapped.Months of testing have led me to the tenth floor of the Janes Hospital—months of me waiting, months of having a hovering Michael blocking me from exploring.I’m not prepared, I know that. I can’t wait until I think I’ll be able to commit the perfect crime. It truly is now or never, and I can’t imagine a world with a never.At the moment, all I can hope for is that Michael hearing the official diagnosis of Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome—hEDS—will help him breathe a little easier. He’ll back off a bit, give me some space. Then, I can look at my list. I’ll be able to plan and prepare.Young Elizabeth would be so proud. We’re doing it. She’d be disappointed that I’m jumping in before I’m truly ready, but would I ever really be?

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The Christmas Villa

At 15k words, THE CHRISTMAS VILLA is a twisted take on holiday romance.When Gabriela, co-owner of an unsuccessful independent media website, goes to The Christmas Villa to write about the failing Christmas town, she finds more than a human interest piece.The only problem—she might not be able to leave before she can write about it.“Loved the blend of Hallmark Christmas movie tropes and horror” — Amazon reviewer

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Excerpt:GabrielaHasn’t this been done?Gabriela has tried to tell Kendall that no one cares about Christmas villages anymore, that only families who make family Christmas cards in ugly sweaters with dogs in antlers and couples who have too many snow globes visit them. Kendall swears it’s this singular human interest piece that will put their independent media website on the map. No pressure.They’ve tried cooking, fashion, music—nothing works. Okay, so they don’t stick with anything for long. Their unofficial motto is if at first it doesn’t work, try something else. It’s been going gangbusters. That’s why they’re trying human interest stories now. Gabriela would rather report on grisly murders, but Kendall can’t stomach it. Gabriela hasn’t suggested anything else, though she may try to convince her best friend slash business partner they need to be an adult website if this doesn’t work. She doesn’t care what they publish at this point, they just need to get paid.Their ideals of using their journalism degrees and reporting hard news went out the window a long time ago. And after a disappointing nose-dive, Gabriela is being sent to an also failing Christmas town. It seems Kendall and the owner of the town believe they can help each other. Gabriela will see what they have to offer and spend the next few months boosting the article in hopes people will book their trips for December.It’s going to be a jolly April.The flight is horrible, because of course it is. There’s no such thing as a pleasant flight. At least renting the car is simple.Gabriela drives to the small town Yulestown, CO from the underwhelming Aspen airport. Snow is on the ground which helps alter her mood some. FromEaster candy to authentic Christmas in too many hours—all beside a delightful, snoring woman who could use a CPAP machine. Kendall was right, Gabriela needs a trip away.She’s literally judging a woman for breathing.Maybe a little forced April Christmas cheer can quiet the cynic in her for a while. Christmas in December is often rife with stress from two families and a lot of attitude. Good food, though. But, living in New York City means Gabriela’s jaded views will always be there. Big cities just do that.Small town life has always seemed appealing for when she’s old and doesn’t want to shout to get a cab.Windy roads make her stomach clench, and Gabriela remembers why she doesn’t go to places in the mountains… or anywhere, really.An original name really sets the town she’s visiting apart from the other Christmas towns—The Christmas Villa. It’s anything but big, though, just a minuscule carved-out section of Yulestown.And it is… Christmasy.A wooden sign hangs under a massive arch at one entrance of TCV, as Gabriela will have to call it. She knows she’ll be thinking the word Christmas too much, let alone saying it. The words are in cursive, green and red striped with white in between to make it all pop. It looks freshly painted and cleaned. For her benefit?Gabriela is staying at The Christmas Cottages. Her phone’s battery declares itself dead and in need of attention. No map app then. She drives straight, assuming she’ll see a sign for it.She notices something unsurprising but disappointing. Life is full of that. She doesn’t see a lot of queer people, not much racial diversity either. White and seemingly straight couples drinking cocoa, wearing red and green, antler headbands, and light up necklaces they’ve got in spades. Gabriela is a sore thumb—biracial, bisexual, and not a holiday person.She lets Kendall’s voice overtake her inner stressed-out one. “But you could be a Christmas person if you found someone to spend it with. A hot family-buffer with a nice ass and good stories. Until then, you just need to get laid. Fine some hot, young thing while you’re in The Christmas Villa. You’ll be better for it.”Gabriela sighs. Kendall may be right.As she drives over crunchy snow to her lodging for the week, things seem to light up around her. It’s 11 a.m., and Christmas lights are flicking on as if she can enjoy them. She pretends they are Rudolph’s nose and follows them. In fact, they lead her straight to The Christmas Cottages. To be fair, so did this one lane road.The cottages are quaint—according to the dictionary. The thesaurus sees them as old-fashioned, charming, picturesque. Kendall will love the many words Gabriela can use to describe the gingerbread house buildings.Parking is plentiful, which makes sense. They did say they were a failing business.Gabriela heads into the main lobby, which has pink, blue, and orange gumdrop statues nestled in the white and red globs of stucco decorating the brown stucco. It’s all just so much.A woman rushes towards her. She’s gray and pale, green and flashing red. “Let me get that for you.” The woman opens the door Gabriela has already half-opened and ushers her in. “You must be Gabby! So nice to meet you, dear!”
“It’s Gabriela, actually.” Only friends get to call her Gabby. “Gabriela Vera, and it’s nice to meet you too.”

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Am I Olive?

Janes #2

After a devastating car accident, Olive finds herself trapped in a life she doesn’t remember with a man she’s not sure she can trust. He’s acting like a doting husband, but as Olive’s memories start to resurface, she worries their seemingly perfect marriage is built on lies.The harder she tries to reconstruct the past, the more Olive feels herself slipping away, until she’s forced to decide between the woman she used to be and the woman she’s becoming.

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Excerpt:Olivelost.The man twists a ring on his left ring finger. Deflated as a three-day-old balloon, he sits with a bag of clothes in his lap. He is relatively handsome with smooth brown hair, scruff on a sharp jaw, and thin lips. Deep lines streak his forehead, and exhaustion has left bruises underneath his eyes. I’m told that his name is Charlie Leason, and we have been married for nine years. I’ve tried to remember him but instead I keep landing on a memory of a thirteen-year-old Fred Something and his tongue lapping at my neck as if I were a popsicle.I’m a Mrs. I spare a glance at my ringless left hand and see a withered pale mark on my ring finger. There’s my proof. I wonder if they had to cut the rings when I was brought in; I wonder how large the diamonds are.Charlie has brought me clothes to leave in. Stepping away from him, I go into the hospital room’s en-suite bathroom. He offers to help—to my horror—but I can’t even respond.Harsh lights do me no favors. The reflection in the mirror is me, but it doesn’t feel like it. A short unevenly chopped bob in an almost gray shade of brown falls into my face. I’m not pretty, but I have an interesting face. I run my fingers along my cheek to feel smooth skin save a few creases that speak of an age I only know because Dr. Carrigan told me. My eyes are almost too round but sit a pleasant distance apart above my dollop of a nose. A bruise like bad makeup surrounds my right bloodshot eye. And even compared to Charlie, I’ve got no real lips to speak of.As I undress, I notice that my ribcage is the mottled colors of death. After two days in a coma, some of the redness has ebbed away.Unpacking the bag of clothes is almost shocking. I wonder if this is what I wear everyday. The style doesn’t suit me. The polka-dotted, junior panties are stained and sad, as if Charlie and I don’t have sex. Ill-fitting linen pants and a blue cotton tank top are straight out of the June catalog of Cult-Wear For Less. At least putting them on doesn’t hurt as bad as I’d anticipated changing would.When I step out of the bathroom, in ballet flats and my embarrassing outfit, I ask, “Is this what I wear all the time?”Charlie stands from the pilled gray chair he was slouching in when I went to change—it made him look chubby. I can’t believe I haven’t already fixed his posture like my mother did for me. His eyes are filled with amusement; I’m glad he thinks this is funny. “No, of course not. You’ve always done things differently… Like, you wear summer dresses in the dead of winter, or you’ll wear your expensive sweaters when the rest of us are sweating. Oh, and you love hats. But, God forbid, it’s slouchy—you have railed against many women on TV for that. They look dumpy, you say. And you love scarves. Once, you even told me that scarves were like—”I hold my hand up. “No. No memories.” I remember lots of things. I have complicated divorced parents and a cousin I see once a year when she stops by for a concert. I just can’t remember this man. Right now, I’m not sure I’m ready. What did Dr. Carrigan say about trying to get memories back? I can’t remember. Did she even tell me, or did she just tell Charlie?“Of course, Harper.”I still. I don’t go by Harper. Before I can think about how Charlie will feel when I tell him to call me by my real name—which he clearly doesn’t, I rip the bandaid off. “Call me Olive.” His face reddens as if I’ve slapped him. I almost said Olive Parker, but that’s my maiden name; I’ve never been so happy that I held my tongue. “Please.”“You haven’t gone by that since—” He stops himself. Tick, tick, tick. The wall clock is loud. Charlie grabs the bag of my possessions from the world’s most uncomfortable mattress and motions to the door like a waiter. “After you, Olive.”

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Fleshy's

Fleshy’s Restaurant★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ • 129 reviewsUnclaimed • $$ • BurgersVanessa K.Boston, MA★ ★ ★ ★ ★6/17/2022I’d heard about Fleshy’s through the usual forums—if you know, you know. 😉 I made the trip all the way from MA to you know where, and f*** it was worth it.I’ve been all over the world and tasted a lot of things: antelope, koala, lemur, raccoon, wombat, just to name a few. But WOW. Fleshy’s signature burger is a thing of beauty.The forums are right, not only about the location, it being worth it, and the long waitlist, but it really is nearly impossible to describe what it tastes like.The meat has a familiar quality to it, but the seasonings take it to a new level. It’s like trying bear for the first time. I could describe it, or you could just do it yourself.Oh, and the atmosphere is incredible! The 80s throwback horror vibe is so tongue-in-cheek, it may be worth the drive all by itself“The pacing is brisk and really kept me guessing about what the flesh is going on!” — Goodreads reviewer

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American Are You Scared Yet

Breaking News: the first live horror survival reality show is coming to America!Seven contestants compete for $50 million dollars and the title of American Killer. To win, they have to survive five stages filled with grisly traps, killers, and weeks of living outdoors while under 24-7 surveillance. They will sell you their sob stories, they will suffer, and they will die. Test your nerve as they test theirs. Try not to turn away as they rush headfirst into the darkness.People around the U.S. are tuning in, some thrilled by the promise of bloodshed, others conflicted at how dark America has become. Watch alongside them as the first season of American Are You Scared Yet unfolds.Who will you root for? How will you choose your favorite? Experience Elle Mitchell’s experimental horror show American Are You Scared Yet live, Tuesdays at 10/9C, exclusively on Shiver—your place to stream fear.SQUID GAME meets THE HUNT in this twisted and satirical psychological horror novel.

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Excerpt:ANNOUNCEMENTSWelcome to the American Are You Scared Yet Official Website!We are the only live reality show, exclusively on Shiver—your place to stream fear! Our first episode will air on Tuesday, February 22 at 10/9c.Sight unseen, will you root for:A) The famous surferB) The reality star mother-to-beC) The doting newlywedD) The bodybuilderE) The American Ultimate FighterF) The MMA fighting auntG) The Olympian

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Janes #1

A wife accused of murder. A teenager searching for answers. A neighbor who knows everyone’s secrets.Kore’s doting husband is murdered in broad daylight mere steps outside their front door. Her life in shambles, all she wants to do is hide away and grieve her loss. But a shocking photo taken at the crime scene is made public, and she finds herself dodging the press and defending her innocence.Hannah, a less-than-popular teen with striking turquoise hair, overhears a conversation between classmates just minutes before finding out about her favorite teacher’s murder. She worries that his killer might be walking the halls with her, and soon, everyone becomes a suspect.Their neighbor, Clarence, keeps a journal of everything that goes on in his small cul de sac. Secrets are being harbored behind each door and window. After his neighbor’s death, he begins to wonder who was willing to kill to keep theirs buried.For fans of Liane Moriarty and Gillian Flynn comes a novel about the ripple effect of grief created by one man’s murder through the eyes of his widow, one of his brightest students, and his ever-nosy neighbor.

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Excerpt:SundayKoreKore skids to her husband’s body. The skin on her knees scrapes and tears on the sidewalk—a hot press to the childish burns.Her voice comes out broken, hoarse. “Leo? Leo, wake up!” Limp, he doesn’t respond.Far off, Kore hears a siren. She imagines it’s for them, and someone is rushing their way with a gurney and defibrillator, oxygen, needles, bandages, and bags of O-negative. Thick warmth oozes beneath her fingers as she tries to staunch the bleeding. Leo’s stomach and chest are covered in the cheap merlot they toasted with on their wedding day because he hates champagne.Her screams fall flat in the oceanic silence of a childless cul de sac Sunday afternoon. Leo’s chest hasn’t risen; it’s as still as the vanity rocks beside their mailbox.Kore knows the moment her lips touch his that he’s gone. She just kissed these lips; they moved with hers, warm from a late morning coffee and chapped from the too-cold Spring.Taking a deep inhale, she offers her life to him. Two breaths, three. Kore realizes she can’t remember how to properly perform rescue breathing. Four breaths, six. She presses on his ribcage, and her hands slip. It happens again with the second compression.Nothing’s happening. “Wake up, Leo! Get up! Don’t do this to me! I love—”Kore presses a kiss against his bloody chest as she does every morning, only this time without the expectation that it will rouse him. She surrenders to the already lost battle and briefly wonders if she’ll be able to hear sirens over her pounding heart—now beating for two.ClarenceAsian Female + Ginger Male
—Detectives
—Late
—Female seems to be in charge
—Male pudgy officer is attracted to female (she pays him no mind)
—This makes 5 officers and the M.E. so far
—M.E. says at least 4 stab wounds but won’t confirmClarence closes his leather notebook—pen still inside—and wraps the worn cord around it. He can keep track from inside his house, or he can keep track from outside his house. Given that the police will knock on his door soon enough, he may as well glean more information directly from the horses’ mouths.He grabs the long-handled umbrella he pretends is for rain and not because he’s too stubborn to get a cane, then steps into the bright sun and calamity of the crime scene his neighbor’s yard has become.

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sweethearts

Janes adjacent

Ada couldn’t have imagined that finding a dead girl when she was a child would put her life in danger decades later.Nearly thirty years after discovering a girl in a frozen lake, Ada is confronting the past. Her return home dredges up sordid secrets, painful memories, and a reminder that a killer has never been caught.Sam isn’t happy that Ada’s back. Nothing could upend a life’s worth of carefully crafted lies and hidden bodies quicker than her ill-timed homecoming. Something will have to be done before she can put the pieces together.

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Excerpt:November 17, 2017ADA6:00 p.m.From the day I discovered Laura Hurst’s body in Lynn Pond, I have been hiding. When my mother opened the door to her fifteen minutes of fame at the sake of my mental health, I hid my truths and regurgitated coached words. I told the rotund male ‘journalists’ I hadn’t planned on being brave. They took notes and nodded, sinking into the flat cushions of our stained couch as if they were over for tea, not an interview. One woman, using me as her way into the industry, got tears of exhaustion along with my story. The stench of her sweat and desperation lingered long after she had gone.I spent hours on the rose-patterned stool in front of my vanity staring into its mirror, practicing the perfect ‘thank you for coming, but I’m sad you had to be here’ mouth curvature. My older brother, Peter, would sneak in often to judge me. You try to be perfect. The memory of his frown still stings.Now I’m caught between emotional and hollow. Part of me wants to blame it on Laura. Another part thinks it is the woman who left violet lipstick on Derek’s pillowcase’s fault. Most of me knows I would have ended up this way no matter what. But the result is the same: Peter rarely calls anymore, and Mom and I haven’t spoken since my inevitable divorce four years ago. At least that may be for the best; nothing has been the same between us since the reporters and television stations stopped calling.My left lash line throbs, as it does whenever cameras and lies come to mind. I grab the tweezers from my top drawer and turn towards the small oval mirror on my wall. I yank out the eyelash I’m sure is causing the most pain. Another swipe of eyeliner hides the sparse patch I’ve created because, of course, it’s next to the two I pulled out this morning, and my naturally wide eyes make its absence more noticeable.I straighten my dress and fluff my already frizzing iron-created curls then head into the café. Three eager women and two antsy men await me at the high-top tables. One woman, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut shirt, flirts with a man in a tailored suit. Given her interpretation of the typical interview business casual, she must have banked on me being male. The other hopefuls sit spread out, clutching purses, briefcases, and resumes. Only one person holds a coffee; steam fogs her glasses as she takes small, cautious sips. I imagine I’ll pick her, as she has chosen to sample what we sell.“Kelly Jellens?” I call after reading the cursive letters on her plain white cup and matching it to the interviewees.I glance at my watch–the same watch I purchase time and time again after I wear it thin. The leather band is as simple as its light pink face; it tells me the time, which is currently 6:03 p.m., and nothing else. I’m exhausted, though I have only been at work for an hour. And I’ve spent most of that time pretending to be busy so no one will bother me.Rachael, my therapist of seven years, has insisted that I revisit the spot on the anniversary of the day I started hiding. And after five years of comments, pokes, prods, and monologues about how I will feel better afterwards, I admitted she was right. I have been listless with the weight of that knowledge for over a month. I have to go back to Silynn. Mental growth aside, I can’t leave my business during a holiday week without a little extra help.The scrape of chair legs brings my attention back to the short-ish brunette. She stands and half raises her arm. “That’s me.”I take in her outfit: black and candy apple red striped dress, black flats with tights, and a long, thin gold necklace. Simple yet professional. I approve.“Come on back,” I say.I open my office door wide to look inviting. I’d spent a whole fifteen minutes tidying up. Like me, it has secrets. Behind the photo of me and my best friend laughing is the deed to my ex-husband’s new home. I stole it when I went to congratulate him on moving. I am not usually so petty, and I’ve only stolen three things in my life. But it wasn’t my fault. He kept it where I had kept ours: inside the fourth hollow book on the third shelf from the bottom in the bookcase in the master bedroom. Rachael said it wasn’t the healthiest thing I’d ever done.Two joints and three hundred dollar bills are stashed inside the porcelain unicorn coin bank sitting on the edge of my desk. A longtime friend, Kirsten, bought it for me because of an inside joke I couldn’t remember. When she gave it to me and started giggling, I mimicked her so she wouldn’t know. That’s the moment caught in my laughing picture–I am proud of how realistic my smile looks. If you shake the unicorn, you’ll hear the tink of the money clip.My desk hides darkness. I leave it unlocked as a sign of good faith to my employees; Larry seems to appreciate the ability to snag a new manila folder without having to ask. But taped underneath the bottom right drawer lives a single blade. I haven’t needed it in almost two decades. Should that time ever come again, though, I would hate to resort to scissors; I’m not sure if my tetanus shot is up to date.More secrets hide in and around my workspace: a small flask; newspaper clippings about the youngest versions of myself with scratched out eyes; my mother’s favorite knickknack–she had blamed a neighbor boy for its disappearance; and a jelly bracelet that reminds me of simpler times.Kelly’s sensible shoes make little sound as she steps past me into my office. I appreciate the quiet nature of her entrance. Darling plastic, bright red glasses frame her round face and, being a shade off, clash with her dress. She smiles and waits for me to say something. As I’m about to introduce myself, a wave of memory slaps me. I am struck speechless. She smells like Lucky Charms. Who smells like cereal?I want to tell her to sit or ask her to tell me about herself. I’m too caught up in the sickly sweet chalk my tongue is recalling.After twenty-nine years, I still don’t know why my curiosity took over that day. The shadow under the ice could have been anything–a rabbit, a tree branch–yet I couldn’t run to it fast enough. I pull my sleeves over my scarred palms as I shiver.

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I Never Stopped

In her powerful debut magical realism novel, Elle Mitchell crafts a story of palpable love and longing. With deft language that engages readers’ hearts, I Never Stopped explores grief, loss, and the many stages of healing.Francesca’s partner–her everything–is dead. After eleven months of listless grief, Francesca leaves Sloane’s memory in San Francisco to visit Italy and her mother. Surrounded by fresh pasta, never-ending wine, and laughter, she finds moments of solace. When Francesca meets Cecelia–a complex love interest, she begins to picture a future without Sloane.Unbeknownst to Francesca, Sloane can’t let go. Trapped in the mysterious afterlife of The Gray, she’s desperate to contact her love, but limited by forces she doesn’t understand. Though Francesca is so near Sloane can almost smell her hair, she’s always just out of reach. As Francesca’s wounds begin to heal in Italy, Sloane struggles with how her presence may affect Francesca’s tenuous new life.Can Francesca start a new life in Italy, and will Cecelia be a part of it? And what will become of Sloane?

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Bust of Sappho https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:14565
Gypsy Girl https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:220052
Bust of a Female Deity https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:24249
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Portrait of Alexander the Great
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Portrait of the philosopher Pythagoras
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Marie-Madeleine Guimard https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3470043
Athena Bust https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:1567839
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SD Card Toaster Print In Place https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4838247
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Round Door Handle https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:2824923Juniper Foods (Another Elizabeth)
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Modern Cash Register https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:2883654
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Phaser 1
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Couch mini resin and filament
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Skull
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Detailed skull
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Makies Tea Set
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Fuzzy Bear
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Sitting Elephant https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:744590
Ducky The Lop Eared Bunny https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:752379Mary’s Mask (We Used To Be Different)
Female Face Mask
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hollow screaming face
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InMoov full face without holes
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Melt Face
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Wearable “Du Hast” Mask – Rammstein
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Face Mask
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Standard Mask https://cults3d.com/en/3d-model/art/mascara-simple
Blank Mask
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Vendetta Mask
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Purse for Barbie
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Treasure Chest Michael GuentherPillographer (We Used To Be Different)
Camera Keychain
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Multipurpose Potion Bottles
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Old Binoculars https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/old-binoculars-5e28ece027d5440a822cd0dc261c8271
Surgical instrument
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1:10 Scale Model – ArmChair 02
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Magnifying glass (token upgrade) for Holmes: Sherlock & Mycroft
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Skull of a virginia opossum https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:466372
6-Piece Magnetic Female Pelvis Model
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The most horrible zombie created in 3d
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Zombie the Walking Dead
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Lotus flower
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Shotgun
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WINDOWS 1/12 Scale for Dollhouses
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Pomegranate Coaster
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truck
https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:160750New Drink (We Used To Be Different)
3d Printed Miniature Bottles https://www.instructables.com/3D-Printed-Miniature-Milk-Holder-and-Bottles/Wall Friends (We Used To Be Different)
Human Skeleton
ttps://www.thingiverse.com/thing:660681Dragonfly (We Used To Be Different)
Six Pack o’ Polymers
https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:18407My Lap (We Used To Be Different)
Woman legs Wall Hook
https://www.printables.com/en/model/151751-woman-legs-wall-hook-2-versions-with-and-without-hMy Sister (We Used To Be Different)
Miniature Pose Character C116 https://cults3d.com/en/3d-model/various/miniature-pose-character-c116UNSWEET (We Used To Be Different)
Fedora Hat https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:819202They Took Him (We Used To Be Different)
Milk Crate https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3349271One Saturday (We Used To Be Different)
Mini Dessert Cup
https://www.printables.com/en/model/145610-mini-dessert-cup-prop/filesMy Friends (We Used To Be Different)
Discus 3
https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/discus-3-e284e187712e4e00b001ce773398ad51From the Roof (We Used To Be Different)
Happy Tree https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:2945290Case Study #1384 (We Used To Be Different)
Planet Saturn https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3120871Basement (We Used To Be Different)
Shoes soles for 1/3 scale doll https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:1306726Hall of Hands (We Used To Be Different)
Guillotine Earrings
https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4367508Ruby (We Used To Be Different)
Multipurpose Potion Bottles https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3100032The Ring (No One Really Knew Us)
Ring – Diamond https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:1692001Stuck (No One Really Knew Us)
3D-printable coffee table (coaster)
https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:444007