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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€¦
you don't need to apologize for taking up space

December 2022

Shifters, Vampires, and Star-crossed Lovers
your coat red and black plaid fleece-lined steel buttons fuzzy pockets filled with hidden treasures candy wrappers sticky pennies crushed flowers giftsā€¦
Hi there. Iā€™m glad youā€™re awake. No, you donā€™t know me. We kinda met at the diner. Um, you waited on me last Tuesday? No, no. I understand. Iā€™m not theā€¦
and you can leave your world behind...we can chat...we can chat...
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€¦

October 2022

Halloween Hunt ā€œBut why canā€™t I trick or treat, mama?ā€ asked my littlest girl. ā€œItā€™s not safe, honey. Not this year.ā€ I looked up at the darkening skyā€¦
ā€œThe 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€¦
ā€œDo you understand, Isaac?ā€ Mommyā€™s fingers dug into his shoulder.ā€œIf you ever say their names again, the monster in the basement will eat you. Got itā€¦
Mavis cooked eggs, bacon, and biscuits that Monday morning. Figured she didnā€™t need to worry about fat grams anymore. Yesterday, she had fastidiouslyā€¦
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€¦
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