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She was standing at the stove boiling lemons and ginger for the rice when her parents came home. She blushed, but they’d already heard the musi..
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She was slow to smile. Though she was not slow to happiness, the physical expression, the smile, was slow to manifest. She was cautious with smiles. ..
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THE SOMNAMBULIST
I woke. It was because of the cat. He wanted in, or out, I’m not sure which. I thought to roll over and go back to sleep b..
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A spin off of Carl Sanburg's poem "Fog" and inspired by almost true events.
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It was the first Saturday night of the month.
Normally I don’t pay attention to such things, the days all seem pretty much the same around..
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An absolutely true story, swear to Crom.
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The omens were there for anyone to see if only people would look at them. They were clear and unchanging, signs that had been passed down through th..
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December 21st. The Winter Solstice. More than that, this Winter Solstice was special. For the first time in, well, centuries, there would be a total..
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Fiona was giddy as she hung up the phone and the smile refused to leave her face even as her husband rolled his eyes at her.
“He’s n..
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Craig stared out of the window. The world was enticing. It appeared to be the perfect midwinter morning with a clear blue sky and no clouds. It was ..
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