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Come find me… please, I need you. Isn’t anyone here to help me?
Since my seventeenth birthday I’ve felt numb, like there is someth..
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My first thought when I awoke was that this wasn’t my tiny bed at my apartment. It felt different, yet at the same time more comfortable, cozier..
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I opened my eyes to find that I wasn’t in my room safe with my light anymore. I was standing in the middle of a hallway I’d never seen, an..
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I think Dorian saw the tears in my own eyes because he stood and embraced me tightly. I clung to him, but only allowed a few tears to slide down my ch..
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This is a story i wrote based on some of the Victoria Frances paintings before i knew that she'd written stories to go along with them.
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There was once a choice that my sister didn’t take; it cost her her life.
For as long as I could remember my sister Mallorie and I had been ..
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In the stifling summer heat of 1899, barely a hundred children brought some of the most powerful men in New York City to their knees. This is the stor..
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As I competed to be the loudest thing on the New York street, my breath burst out of my mouth in puffs of fog and hung in the air for a few seconds be..
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I blinked my eyes sleepily a few hours later, awakened by a sharp knocking on the door. Silk, one of the star performers at the Treasure Chest had alw..
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