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| Jessica, Part 1
| | Jessica leaned against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Her left leg was stretched out across faded and scratched linoleum. With her right leg drawn up, her thigh was against her... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-07-07 |
| Words: | 1405 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Jessica, Part 2
| | Jessica leaned against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Her left leg was stretched out across faded and scratched linoleum. With her right leg drawn up, her thigh was against her... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-07-07 |
| Words: | 4519 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Jessica, Part 3
| | Jessica woke slowly, like the setting of the sun, becoming aware of stillness and silence. She felt dirt covering her face, but it didnā??t seem to bother her. She realized that dirt covered all of... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-07-07 |
| Words: | 3666 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Heaven's Child
| | When the planes of Hell have frozen,... | | Words: | 54 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Self, Less
| | I would, if I could... | | Words: | 153 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Empty
| | . . . clear liquor bottle, drained of its over the counter poison . . .... | | Words: | 92 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Reclaiming The Wild, Part 1
| | We drifted, weightless, deep into her psyche, down to a place where nothing grew. We were headed to a place of suppression, a place where she hides things from herself, from the world. It doesn't... | | Words: | 3385 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Reclaiming The Wild, Part 2
| | We had only been walking for an hour when we came upon an old log cabin in the shadow of a steep hill. I still held my hat on, and she still clung to her oversized jacket in the bruising wind.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-07-07 |
| Words: | 3216 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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