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Oak Tree
The bedroom window frames the backyard. Blue sky, green grass, old oak tree. Once, a tire swing dangled from its strongest branch. I cannot think of theā¦
Jan 7
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Apology
you don't need to apologize for taking up space
Jan 6
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December 2022
The Alpha Kings
Shifters, Vampires, and Star-crossed Lovers
Dec 16, 2022
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Tiny Tales
your coat red and black plaid fleece-lined steel buttons fuzzy pockets filled with hidden treasures candy wrappers sticky pennies crushed flowers giftsā¦
Dec 11, 2022
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Dying to Know You
Hi there. Iām glad youāre awake. No, you donāt know me. We kinda met at the diner. Um, you waited on me last Tuesday? No, no. I understand. Iām not theā¦
Dec 10, 2022
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We Can Chat If You Want To...
and you can leave your world behind...we can chat...we can chat...
Dec 6, 2022
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Escape
Ginny Hayes crept out of her room and into the dimly lit corridor. She paused, scanning the hall for the hawk-eyed Nurse Calloway. She tightened theā¦
Dec 5, 2022
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October 2022
Halloween Hunt
Halloween Hunt āBut why canāt I trick or treat, mama?ā asked my littlest girl. āItās not safe, honey. Not this year.ā I looked up at the darkening skyā¦
Oct 26, 2022
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Convert
āThe World is a Womb for us...because we are not fully Formed. Our bodies are perfected, but our souls are like Clay. The Master is the Sculptor.ā Theā¦
Oct 25, 2022
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The Monster in the Basement
āDo you understand, Isaac?ā Mommyās fingers dug into his shoulder.āIf you ever say their names again, the monster in the basement will eat you. Got itā¦
Oct 24, 2022
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Joy
Mavis cooked eggs, bacon, and biscuits that Monday morning. Figured she didnāt need to worry about fat grams anymore. Yesterday, she had fastidiouslyā¦
Oct 22, 2022
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Wolves
The barn door creaks as I open it. Smells of rotting hay and manure greet my nostrils when I enter. Gray, old, dying. The wood building, the land onā¦
Oct 22, 2022
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