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Lia was waiting outside, a huge smile on her face. Her black curls tumbled over her shoulders, shining against her black coat and striking a contrast..
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I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Since Lia’s death, things had been weird. Nothing felt quite right. I felt like half of me was mis..
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“Bruce Sherwood,” read the name plaque on the front of his door. No matter how many people came knocking at this door, though, he wouldn&r..
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It had been a year to the day since Lia’s death. Just like any other day, I waited at the corner for Ashton. I waited and waited, but he didn&rs..
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As soon as he watched the girl’s back disappear down the hallway, he turned and strode down the hallway the other direction, back to his office..
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Shame? Psh. What’s that?Shame? Psh. Doesn’t matter.Shame? Psh. Never heard of it, but for the once.Shame? Psh. Never felt it.Sometimes I w..
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I ran and ran and ran. Betrayer. Betrayer. “BETRAYER!” I accidentally screamed it out loud, earning a few glares from passing pedestrians..
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I suppose it was confusing why I killed the girl. I suppose no one besides me might ever understand why I did it.So maybe, just maybe, someday someon..
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A novella I wrote...
Notice that all the Ashton chapters (except Shame) are just a single letter as the title. That could help with character confusi..
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Yeah, so this isn't actually a book. It's actually an album of songs I've written.
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