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The next morning, there was a knock at the door. Zena woke from a deep sleep instantly and scooped up the closest blade as she bolted for the door. Sh..
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At around ten thirty that night, Zena pulled on her dark pants, wrapped up her strappy top, pulled her hair into a tight and high pony, and then plac..
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A little while later, Wolf woke to hushed voices speaking in rushed tones coming from the kitchen. He checked the time on his watch and knit his brow..
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After an hour or so, Wolf wandered back into the kitchen to find only Zena sitting at the table.
“So he’s already gone then?” Wol..
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Zena woke the next morning with a migraine. Not just your average, light hurts sort of migraine. Her migraine was an aching, searing, head throbbing, ..
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A small child, about four years old, ran giggling through a wide back yard. She was dressed in pastel blue and light green shorts and a t-shirt that e..
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The next morning, Zena woke to silence. She found this strange, as she had grown accustomed to the bustling sounds of breakfast in progress: sizzling ..
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Zena helped him to his bed, gently laid him down, and propped his knee up on some extra pillows. She went to the kitchen, and grabbed a chair, then wa..
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Laughing with my friends,
Giggling like school girls as you walk by.
If you only knew why,
If you only knew how I felt…
I wish I could tel..
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Why must this life cause so much pain and suffering?
Constantly sitting on the edge, ready to fall?
Someone is always around to push you into the tr..
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