Olivia kay
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Vignette 3A Story by Olivia kayCecelia walked down the corridor to her next class. She couldn’t help notice the stares she was getting. She looked at the guy with the spiky .. |
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Vignette 2A Story by Olivia kayIssadora sat in the living room joined by the tall, plank thin man with pointy shoes. She never liked him, maybe because he reminded her of death... |
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Vignette 1A Story by Olivia kayHe dunked the brush back into the red liquid. He flung the brush up to the white rose and plastered the thick liquid carefully onto its petals. .. |