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Mr. Max Madison was sixty-one years old when he had that vicious thought. He wanted to open an account on…
Cold droplets of water fall from my face as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The purple of…
Gifted. Zara sees more than she can speak. Feels what others can’t. She is slow when speed is needed. Or…
This epistolary is inspired by a story I saw on YouTube of a shooting victim who forgave his shooter. Among…
The streetlights painted the city with an orange glow, creating an illusion of warmth. I walked by the lines of…
The breeze played with my hair, sending a strand over my eyes. I pulled it away and frowned. The once…
They think I’m depressed because I refuse to leave this bed. I’m not. I put the tray on the table…