...there was a website known as East of the Web, Short Stories Uncut. To me it was an internet coffee shop, welcoming on the inside, where everyone knew everyone. It was set in an otherwise busy and bustling city, where most people passed by, too busy to take a look inside. Occasionally we'd get a newcomer, or someone who stole the tip jar, or a mischievous local under the guise of a joker who bought everyone a round of espresso.
Now all that is left is a tired sign that does not do its history justice.
I often wonder what became of everyone. Google is no help at all.