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Christine Grace

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12 o' Clock

Christine Grace

It was this same ball that she first made her big appearance, a decision we both had come to regret. She would dance so beautifully catching the eyes of everyone that saw her, all the women would envy and all the men would leer. But it was here she first caught his gaze. The man who became her first love and also her first heartbreaking tragedy. Of the other lifetimes she had avoided him, maybe it's not going to be so different in this one. But it seems to only be wishful thinking as there she was, however this time the stage wasn't for her ...

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WHIRLWIND Vows

Christine Grace

Frigid air coursing through his veins like an icy current, a hazy figure looms over his face, long black hair hanging down. Fingers caressing his face, feeling like a million spider legs crawling over him and a whisper in his ears. The words are too distant for him to understand, he tries to get up but feels his limbs restrained. Hands running over his whole entire body, feeling like he’s being electrocuted; feeling helpless having to grit his teeth for whatever is happening. Covered in a cold sweat panting heavily, Lucas stares up at the fa...

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Ambition to Covet

Christine Grace

Warm that was the only thing Lucan Valencia could remember his life of, being warm. His parents loved him unconditionally making sure he wasn’t lacking in anything. However being their only child he always felt alone, in a world filled with adults there was only him one. There was an invisible border on how far that love and things could fill. There was a day where that changed, coming back from the training ground, threads of blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He walked in to see a boy around his age standing in the forge with a few bags...

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Clover

Christine Grace

Carefully crafted play of deceit, life being just another performer for Emery's stage. “Emery? Those dreams of another world and those visions that I kept seeing that you told me not to worry about… Are they?” These words are hard to come out, not wanting it to be so, but the feeling of being lied to just won’t leave. “It seems you’ve finally caught on, yes these are both your memories.” The way Emery sounded so calm, stating them as if it meant nothing, a heavy feeling in the stomach. “My memories? Why are they both so similar, why were the...

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Pink Fern

Christine Grace

Chirping and squeals from the children running through the crowds, their parents hastily following behind, not wanting them to get lost. Screams filled the air as attendees twirl around in the air, their swings tethered to thin cables, they all grip tightly as the spinning top tilts at the incline. Carny workers in their loud charismatic voices calling out from the booths for the attendees to test their luck and win prizes. From shooting water into a thirsty clown's mouth to exploding balloons, to trying to ring a bell with nothing mor...

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Hey mom, guess what

Christine Grace

Author NoteMay Contain brief mentions of domestic abuse and mental health. October 10, 2022Hey mom, Guess what, the bakery is doing well these days. It was a bit of a struggle for Lana and I to get a handle on things here while you're gone. We never realized how much you were back boning this place. We could never get the recipes just right the way you made it, yet the customers still seem to like them. Also, remember Uncle Benny? You know the homeless guy you’d always save a lunch box for after every shift. Well stopped by today after not ...

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Page Loop

Christine Grace

Penelope doesn't know what drove her to this point, was it love? Infatuation? She couldn't say, all she knows now is her fiance's blood was on her hands. She couldn't stand by blindly letting her fiance's wrongs ruin the lives of others. Standing before his lifeless body the emotion drained from her eyes. Someone bursts through the large wooden doors to the room. She hears the sound of footsteps approaching her muddled together with the words he said to her "Thank you for being by my side to end it all." She didn't have any feelings to...

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