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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020
Submitted to Contest #42
It was July when Casey first understood what tragedy meant. She woke up, blood coating her arms and trickling down to the porcelain floor in staccato beats. Her lips were blue and trembling, her throat hoarse from the screams that reverberated on the walls for the entirety of last night. She didn't realize that she was still shaking. She stumbled out of bed, disoriented and slightly confused. She braced herself against the walls momentarily, before continuing her stride; she was pursuing answers, Her one-track mind led her to an old, rickety...
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