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Monster: A Short Story

“You’re a monster.” She spat at him, fighting against her restraints. “I thought you preferred me, this way,” he smiled, playing with her curls.Tweet With tears streaming down her face, she cried out, “You can’t keep me here.” He stopped playing with her hair, and began lightly tracing her lips, with his cold smooth fingers,… Continue reading Monster: A Short Story

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Crush

From the moment I saw you, I knew. I do not know, what I knew, but I knew it. You were standing outside the doors of the library, on your phone, arguing with someone. You looked defeated and heartbroken. No matter what you were attempting to say to them, it was falling on deaf ears.… Continue reading Crush

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Class

She sat in front of me in History class. Chocolate colored hair, that hung down her back in waves. She would look back at me and smile at me, with those grape chapstick lips. When she would turn away from me, her hair would flip and swish in my face. It smelled of strawberries. She… Continue reading Class

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Before Dawn

Standing there alone and cold, I had a feeling that I was being watched. The wind howled all around me, and my skin prickled from the chill. I had been walking in the woods for what seemed like hours. I was incredibly, indelibly lost. Somehow my hiking group and I had gotten separated. The idea… Continue reading Before Dawn

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Mask

There’s heartache in your eyes, my love. Peeking out from behind the mask, you so bravely wear. You hide your fears behind it. Smiling away the sadness. Laughing away the gloom. A caricature of who they want to to be. But it won't always be like this, my love. The fear won't always burn this… Continue reading Mask

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Creature

"Do you know what it is to love, When you have never loved before? The touch of it beneath your fingertips. The taste of it on your tongue. The feeling of living and dying at the same time. For me, time melted away. The people in between us just disappeared. I saw no one else… Continue reading Creature

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The Woman

The night air here in New Orleans was sweltering. He’d remembered how humid it got in summer evenings but even he wasn’t prepared for this. Sweat rolled down the sides of his face as he sat perched on top of the low roof, waiting for the “target” to come out. The street was deserted at… Continue reading The Woman

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She: A Short Story

“Take my hand, little one,” she said to me. Her pearl white hand reached through the glom to pull me up. My skin tingled at the touch of hers. It was icy and hardened like stone. “Are you an Angel?” I called out to her, “Have you come to save me?” I tried to make… Continue reading She: A Short Story

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The Spy

Prologue The man parked his vehicle in the usual spot, on the roof of his building, right next to the lamp post on the far side of the car park. He was notoriously paranoid about being robbed in one of these places at night. With good reason, the information he kept in his briefcase, was… Continue reading The Spy

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Lovely: A Short Story

Her hand starts to slip from his grasp. He turns his head back to her and their eyes lock on to each other. “Don’t let go,” he says with a smile playing at his eyes. She smiles back at him, “Never.” But the crowd is getting restless. People are shoving each other and jostling them.… Continue reading Lovely: A Short Story