Memories of moments came flooding back. The night we sat talking about dreams and possibilities, living a better life. We packed our closet of skeletons tight and wanted to change. It was something that needed to start at the core of our beliefs. Though she had witnessed more than most, it was Kali’s first experience […]
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The night began to drift with an eerie glimmer in the sky. It was a glowing, frightening luminescence. I remember a flicker of a full moon, glowing red, above the horizon, and my eyes were open to a dream. I looked down towards the darkness, and all the light above disappeared. My teeth were biting
While Amelia slept, Harland witnessed her transformation into an exquisite brown owl. Her arms, which changed into wings, were resting on her stomach, and she was so flawless that he was afraid if he touched her, she would shatter into a million pieces. Even though he felt the pain of loss, Harland couldn’t let
His last memory was of the flickering of a full moon, glowing red above the horizon. Harland’s eyes opened to a dream that was both intimidating and mesmerizing, as all stories from the subconscious can be. The night began to drift, leaving an eerie, almost frightening luminescence in the sky—his heart was still racing.
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The dust on the floor tells stories of what has been and what is now a distant memory. So much is lost and forgotten, and many are still undiscovered. A location that no longer exists, but Emily knows these feelings all too well—things unnoticed by those who came before us. She remembers it was the
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In a box, I hide a letter from an old friend. A few words to say I am fine, but you are not and will never be again. You need me to be gone. One day, the “last” day, we went for a pleasant drive and laughed like maniacs. You were always good at that.
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After ten days of hot weather, Kali was shivering. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The only luminance in the abandoned cabin, the place she found refuge, was the sunlight which poured in through a small hole in the roof. The pain was so severe that she couldn’t sit up. Breathing was
Addison’s eyes followed the line of the movement in the air. His heart pounded so loudly he could hear almost nothing else. He was sure that something, maybe a man, was there, another being, another memory in the room. His peripherals got motion, something dark floated slowly toward him from beyond, but its movements
