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That wasn’t where she’d set it.No, she was certain. Her mug had been on the dining room table, left to cool for a moment while she completed a few quick tasks, not empty beside the sink. Had she been the one to move it, she would have taken the brief time needed to wash it, as was proper. Not leave it to dry, for the leaves to crust and curl to the bottom.And yesterday, Cora had lain her cardigan over the back of the couch only to find it hours later stuffed in the hamper.For years it had happened, with rarely a quiet...
TW: War, BombingShe prayed it would hold. The supports straining to keep the derelict shelter over their heads. The flickering lights. The morale of everyone working themselves to the bone around her, comforting and tending to the wounded. She couldn’t pick just one, so she simply said it.Vera prayed it would hold.She couldn’t care less if the lights went out; there were plenty of battery-operated lanterns to light the bunker if need be. She was terrified of what...
Muck covered her last clean outfit when the car sped passed. As if she needed another damn problem.But what did it matter if she re-wore some dirty clothes? Joanna didn’t have any more interviews lined up. How many times had she heard the same line, over and over?We’re sorry, but you’re just not a right fit for our company. We’ll call you if we change our mind. Even if by some miracle they did call, her phone would probably be deactivated by then. She’d just turned in the last of her emergency change jar- a whopping...
She found him in bed, covers drawn over his head in an attempt to block out the world. To try and clear his mind.It happened every time he called home. Harris loved his mother, but each and every call, Ramona let it be known that she was displeased with his choice of spouse. That the witch he married would corrupt him, drag her baby boy screaming off the straight and narrow his life had been so perfectly set on.Anya didn’t know why he bothered calling at all when he knew how it would end. His mother had turned the rest of th...
Content Warning: Car accident and DeathTwo things in life remained certain- the inevitability of death and the peaceful falling of night.Scott sat among the evergreen, listening to the stray cars pass on the highway as he looked up to the moon. It was the time of night when traffic was nearly nonexistent. A few long-haul semis and the occasional car humming by. Not the car he was waiting for though. Not yet.He could feel it getting closer. A sort of soft buzz in his blood told him that the SUV neared, and w...
TW: Death, Language You’ve heard the old verbiage. The stories of how spirits are allowed to walk between worlds with ease on Samhain. They’re right, the dead do walk. Free to do what they please- check in on loved ones, visit old haunts- so long as they follow two rules: Be back in your world by dawn. &...
Happy friend of a sweet rescue beagle and owner of many, MANY houseplants. Debuting my first novel end of 2023!
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