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A Story by K.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, what happened to him?” the man barks at me as I lay curled around Charlie’s dead and blo..
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A Story by K.
I walk along the shore of the river, the pebbles shifting under my feet. I pick up a small, flat, smooth, grey stone and turn it over in my hands; it..
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A Story by K.
Sitting frozen in the corner of the room; frozen by the cold, frozen by the fear, frozen by.... everything. Load the rounds, c**k the gun, unhook the..
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A Poem by K.
As she unloaded the washing basin,her hands fumbled on the chipped cup. To her, it meant cold mornings with a warm cup, with his lips on her forehea..
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A Story by K.
I wake to the slight knock of something hitting my window, first occurring about every ten seconds, and then more frantically. I rise and rub the sle..
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A Story by K.
The clouds were a dark grey, but they looked so soft, almost like blankets you wanted to just curl up and fall asleep in. The thunder didn’t as..
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A Poem by K.
I can’t be perfect for you. I look mad 80% of the time. My hair will always be messy. I will get things stuck in my teeth when I eat. We&..
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A Story by K.
Their screams seem to sprint into my ears, constricting my brain and hurting my heart. I reach to comfort a bloody child near my feet, but he acts li..
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A Story by K.
Total darkness is imperceivable; it can never be known. One person can see their hand in front of their face in another person’s “total d..
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A Story by K.
“Slitted throats and hanged by our toes; that’s how we’d be killed.” she closes her eyes and imagines it, cocking her head to..
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