dancing with your ghost upon your grave
til you fade away into the murky moonlight
What difference does it make if I cut off my last fingernail? It's already dead.
I am new. I am nervous. I am challenged. I am excited. I am grateful.
Just because a story is short, doesn't make it less valuable, strength is found everywhere.
He had been staring since we entered the elevator. Perhaps the blood on my sleeve.
Thunderstorming, I fear, and must press on. The road is flat, empty, but I--
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For sale: One diamond ring with silver band. Worn once.
Filling in the word count.
Cry not, Marina. He'll be standing at the end of the rainbow waiting for you.
I’m not sure what happened in this story.
Just a beginning.
A middle.
An end.
Holding onto his IV pole, he took a step, and another; soon he will recover.
