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My Child

My child. My. Child.

The words, so unnaturally they form in the depths of my throat. Yet as they slip from my tongue… So right. 343 more words

Fleeting

Shards rained down, flaying random strips

One touch.

One arm outstretched, one finger extended. One world shattered. All in the briefest of moments, with no forethought afforded. No consequences considered. No test of will, no pause for consideration. 81 more words

Writing

What is it?

Ruined.

All of it, ruined.

I stood in the doorway, looking at my home and the destroyed pieces of furniture. The papers that had been scattered everywhere. 1,539 more words

Creepy