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In Spades

  • 3 min read

I tapped my pack of Lucky Strikes against the corner of the desk. I needed a drink, a stiff drink, but Frankie was still making like he had gone clean for good and the stash… In Spades

Do You Remember?

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Do you remember how the trees used to whisper to us? In the summer time, free from school and homework and responsibilities, we used to run outside, to the park or to a neighbor’s house… Do You Remember?

Snow

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I sat in the waiting room with Darren, my legs crossed and tucked underneath me. I think it’s some sort of defense mechanism—reverting to a more child-like posture because I felt vulnerable, that kind of… Snow

Run

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My mind is reeling. That sickly dizzying feeling crashes over me again and I wretch, heaving. But my feet don’t stop. It hardly makes any sense to me. I don’t know what’s going on, don’t… Run

Violet

  • 2 min read

Muses, according to myth and legend, are mystical beings. They’re the soft voices in our heads we typically call inspiration. When they whisper, we dream. My muse’s name is Violet.