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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020
Submitted to Contest #37
I sit on the sandy beach, my birthday dress dancing with the wind. I brushed my hair out of my face as my gaze traveled to the ocean, it's milky foam entrancing me. All those years, all those promises, all those stories about family. They were all fake, the family wasn't mine, nothing is. People say when you turn sixteen they call your birthday - a sweet sixteen. But no, that rule doesn't apply to me, instead, it's a sour sixteen.As a cold wind blew over me, I shiver and remember Leo. His words created a once beautiful flower to wilt. I rubb...
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