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The Shop Downtown
It was a strange and terrifying feeling to forget your own name. “H-harrows, I mean, uh—Harry Hollows.” It was supposed to be my first day of work at the local…
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No More Christmas
“That’s right, I killed Santa.” The words were out of my mouth, sharp and final, as I watched the light dim in my five-year-old son’s eyes. My heart clenched, painfully…
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Nobody’s Daughter
Lovely Elena. Beautiful Elena. Just Elena—but none of them ever came close to the one I so desperately craved to hear once more. The “Elena” that sounded as soft as…
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10 Rules to Stay Out of Trouble
Jamie’s high school experience can be described in two words: Whispers and Wars. There are some who trudge through mud and blood just to make it to the last period…
Letters To Him
Foreword Greetings, dear reader. I’m sure we’ve all heard of the Titanic before, perhaps even watched the blockbuster or even documentaries, to understand how it sank; why it happened; what…