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Wild crimsons, royal blues, and evergreens flew high as the afternoon
breeze caught the banners. The heat from the sun only added to the
anticipat..
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“Remember my son. Not too high, not too low”.
Six words. Only six. So mundane, so seemingly insignificant.
So easily ignored. Reac..
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Jared’s head pounded. His lips felt dry. As another bout of
shakes began to take him, he glanced at the bathroom counter. The syringe was
st..
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With peeling paint, dank lobby, and bathrooms best not
mentioned, the motel was little better than a hovel. She didn’t care. It might
as wel..
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Her love was the waves. His, the dunes. Losing
themselves in each had become life and livelihood for them both.
“How was the catch today?&..
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James was never close to his Mother. How could he be? Her company was her first child, and she focused more on that than on James and his sister Angel..
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A young cook gets a mysterious visitor on the day of a great feast celebrating the peace between Troy and Greece, motivating him to take his place in ..
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