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Countdown
The day was breaking, and she was not afraid anymore. Her knees were sore from kneeling but her soul was cleansed. As the first rays of sunlight entered her room, she stood up to look outside her window—a thin blanket of snow covered the courtyard as people came…
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The Birds
“I wonder if they’re real,” John asked, pointing at the crows on the fence bordering the pond. Overgrown grass reigned supreme, but the park still showed signs of its past of glorious, manicured, suburban, peaceful days. John imagined kids riding bikes along the then clear path, old people…
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The Forest
He was not supposed to be alone in the forest.…
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The Road
Outside, the fog blurred the road behind them, clearing their path to a new life with a safe bed, quiet nights, deeper dreams and lighter hearts.…
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Forever
“I want to be with you forever”, you said as we hunkered down in our little room, surviving on love and wine and promises. Spring brought poetry, red roses, pale sunlight and misty nights that lingered in your hair long after we returned home from memorizing ancient alleys…
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Echoes
The radio didn’t work anymore, but sometimes she could still hear their voices—sometimes they laughed at her, sometimes they taunted her to go outside, sometimes they pleaded for help.…
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Playing with dolls
Finding Bernard and the girls was the best thing that happened to her.…
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Seeds (part 1)
“So, what are these?” Rea raised an eyebrow, waiting for Nial to finish assessing the bundle of little reddish-brown pips she found in one of her great-grandmother’s drawers. For the last few months she took the habit of stopping by Nial’s apartment after work. Unlike hers, his apartment…
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Pact
I know what’s coming: ruin, for all of us, and I can’t stop it.…
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Freedom
Her choices were simple: cleanse or sacrifice.
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