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Damnatio Memoriae
Here’s the thing: The world isn’t fair. It’s goddamn adversarial, if you stop and think about it. Loud and messy and it rankles like sandpaper sliding across bare skin, grinding…
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Drowning, Until
I The chandeliers flickered above, casting a dim glow over the grand exquisite hall, beams refracted through the chandelier’s crystals, cascading in soft, shimmering waves that gathered at his feet,…
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50 I Love You’s
1. As you step into the apartment, you immediately notice them laying on the couch, fast asleep. Even though the television is still on, you close the door as quietly…
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“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. The Fault In Our Stars, page eighty-four.” I prop myself up on…
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Love, a Witness
The Lyra was at the corner of 52nd street– a brownstone nook that sat in front of a sprawling park tapestry. The intersection coughed up plumes of exhaust and hardened…
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Closed Distances
A woman in a red raincoat arrives at a cafe on a humid Spring evening. Wind whips the ends of the red raincoat about her knees and sweeps her hair…
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Not Quite The Same
Gwen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing the reflection staring back at her. She knew her condition hadn’t been well but was not aware of the extent of…
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Rebirth: Ashes & Dawn
Prologue Tears streamed down her face with every footstep, the heavy rhythmic thuds a stab in her heart. She strained her ears to catch even a whisper of prayer or…
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Yarrow Fields
Ask, and the general consensus would be that no one had time for any nonsense or daydream while the insidious sun still scorched the last frontier of the great west.…
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Three Times I Died A Little and One Time I Didn’t
The Time with My Friends I don’t know about you, but personally, friendship is a sacred thing. It is a promise of good times and silly laughter, of memories that…