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She wasn’t prone to flights of fancy. Really, she wasn’t. Except for that one spontaneous trip to Niagara Falls after her first college break-up, Margaret knew herself to be pragmatic and tended to plan her trips with care.

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fighting for sport (death by choice)

a backstory, involving the family:

One dies while One waits for rain.

wind is not comforting that day, but the pure sound of anxiety itself- or more, what One imagines anxiety might sound like, if that demon could speak. 137 more words

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fighting for sport

(thoughts on my own)

after multiple instances of this, yet another instance…:

the presence of five other attentive souls is disregarded. shouldn’t this not be the case? 81 more words

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the beginning: part two


I continued into the trees. With or without the pneuma present, I was sure it meant for me to keep walking. The leaves above me looked black, and they obscured the sky from my view. 376 more words

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the beginning: decidedly cursed


On the first day that I followed Mica’s advice, I fell in a lake. Incidentally, the weather had been cold, near freezing with windchill, and my brother couldn’t let go of the fact that “The ice has been a foot thick for, what, for months. 294 more words

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the heart beat interrupts the daybreak


Faint light of the sun clings to branches; skeletal and dark, they’ve been painted pale and golden for a few moments.

patches of sky reflect in a murky creek, a light blue mirror to disguise the freezing water’s surface. 94 more words

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in the car at night, part two


“It registers when you’re hiding something.”
Number three, lover of the dark, but a fire against the black backdrop that made it, they went on: “But it would. 104 more words

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