The Awakening
The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
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First Kill’s The Sweetest
It was dawn. The trees glistened with morning drew, each its own crystal of light.
The Girl In Red
The Wind Blew, sending tiny white clusters of snow blowing in the breeze.
The Hallway
Was it just me or were the pictures watching me?
Sun and Moon
The Sun moves—grudgingly—taking its time as it dims into lightlessness.
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