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As they spoke, there was a tickling feeling and then a soft flash of heat, a severing, not painful in the moment. Still, she knew it was the end of a part of her. Later she wondered if perhaps it had been the touch of the ghostly hands of the fates gently teasing apart two intertwined destinies. The Christmas lights were shining in his eyes, and festive holiday music played in the background of the café. He looked like he was thinking through what he would say. Then, he spoke quietly."I’m sorry, Ch...
The grey panorama from high up in the mountains was so open and immeasurable that my thoughts raced away and lost themselves in the vastness until I found them wandering somewhere just beyond the cloudy horizon. It was so unlike anything I had ever seen before. I froze in place, and it wasn't only for fear of dying here. The immensity and the loneliness of my new freedom overwhelmed me, and I simply couldn’t process it all for a while. I was a creature of enclosed spaces, someone who had spent her entire narrow and controlled existence in...
I woke up one morning to find you killing me. Luckily for me, you missed the heart with your first stab.Immediately, I knew it was because of the roses. It was because of those roses I gave you the other day, even though I knew I shouldn't have.I never trusted the roses!In the back of my mind, I knew they were always about the blood right from the start. From the very beginning of their existence, they fooled us by acting innocent, by being beautiful, and by emitting what I now clearly...
“Everything you can imagine is real. It’s a quote from Pablo Picasso,” you said as the espresso machine made its steamy milk-foaming sound under my expert guidance.“I really like that quote. Are you an artist?” I answered, smiling at you.“I’m a writer, or at least I try to be,” you said.“Well, I’m sure you’ll be successful,” I said as I handed you your cappuccino over the cafe counter.“Thanks, and nice to meet you…” you said, pausing to look at my name tag, “Ashlynn. ...
There was an old mine in the nearby forested mountains that Nicholas’s father had shown him when he was young. The sight of the mine entrance had been intimidating for a small child, seeming like a portal into the abyss emanating the peculiar cold scents of the depths. He had felt something almost like vertigo, as though if he weren’t careful, he would fall into its hungry maw that wanted nothing better than to swallow up small children like him. But his father had been there, all smiles, friendly bearded face, and heavy work jacket. Feel...
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