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I’m Lost

It’s morning and you wake up in bed. The bed is not familiar nor is the room that you’ve woken in. Your clothing isn’t familiar either and though they are cozy feeling against your skin, you are  frightened but trying … Continue reading

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A Winter’s Night

At least no one else is here to see me Be as lost as I can be. And though I huddle in the night No one’ll be able to call me a blight. Don’t forget me, house I pray Or … Continue reading

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Missing…Alone

You can’t miss what you never had. This wasn’t, strictly speaking, true. You could miss something that you’ve never had.  He pulled on his gloves and reached for the top hat, making certain that it was on properly and wouldn’t … Continue reading

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The Key

She held the piece of metal up into the light, turning it this way and that and smiling as the light glinted off the polished handle. It was an unusual key fitted with gears around the handle and four glorious … Continue reading

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Muzzy Morning

She grumbled quietly as the glare of the sun filtered through the partially drawn blinds. Her head ached more with every blinking of the light as the wind rustled the leaves outside, adding to the dilution of the light through … Continue reading

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Fae Piano

image: Favim Kyle crept out of the house and into the surrounding trees on the hillside. His parents were home, but they were having a discussion in their bedroom and they didn’t like it when he was out this late anyway. … Continue reading

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Blurry Memories

I look around and it’s like a faded snapshot from so very long ago. Some things I don’t even really recognize anymore. Bed unmade, blankets all bunched up at the end of the bed and hanging off. No fitted sheet … Continue reading

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