fiction
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She had lived in the old house for as long as she could remember. Her parents had lived in it even longer, and so had their parents and so on and so forth. If she did the math right it was her great x7 grandfather who had built the house for his wife. She had…
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Thank Goodness November is finally over. I usually love November for the intense joy of writing, but this November has kicked my butt in too many ways. I’m excited we’re now in December, a brand new month, with brand new goals, but that also means the year is wrapping up. Time to get my butt…
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The first day of winter was always the best. The weather getting colder, the first snow falls, the garish sun hiding away so she could be seen again. The first day of winter was the first day of his life for so many years and the last day of winter was the day he went…
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Someone was leaving her flowers. Beautiful, bold bouquets with all kinds of arrangements of flowers. Some of them were simple, a small arrangement of daisies and primrose and a few others that were just a few flowers, nothing massive to start. As time went on, they became more wild, more overt. Someone was trying to…