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Donna had never been one to stray from the rules. She pressed and cleaned her husband’s suit, and placed the morning paper beside his oatmeal ev..
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He had a beautiful mind and was filled with bits of gold and shimmery things. I could barely stand to be in his presence for fear I would drown in his..
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I looked up fromthebottomofthewell, and a light was gleaming. I had never been closer to hell than now, but still I could seethetiny keyholeoflight. I..
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“Yes, I killed the young boy, but no court this side of Murcia would believe my intentions to be that of kindness. Navide had been sick since th..
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The woes of marriage and going mad.
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Take a pleasant gardenAnd grow it further on.Take the soil in your hands,And plant from dusk til dawn.Coddle every flower,And sing to every seed.Weep ..
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We are what we are. We will be what we will be.
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The following short story depicts the struggle of a young woman between her want for a child she did not ask for.
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The following short story depicts an old man, having had one drink too many, and the adventures that follow once he steps outside the village pub.
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The following short story depicts a young woman's past, and her endeavor to escape it using merely a brush and some paint.
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