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Personifications – Fear
“I just don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough,” Fear could hear his mother saying from the next room. The voice that answered belonged to his psychologist, Dr Hess. “All I said is that he needs love and patience.” Supposedly, the psychologist’s room had been designed to be soundproof but Fear, in the half hour…
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Personifications – Secrets
The apartment, Secrets felt, was not too bad. It came already furnished so she hadn’t needed to go out and buy anything herself before she could move in and it also saved her the trouble of having to pay for movers to come and set anything up. Her neighbors weren’t too loud either. One of…
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Personifications – Trust
There were dark splotches marring the large mirror in the bathroom. Over the many years, moisture had seeped slowly inside the mirror and oxidized the silver backing. Each splotch was different. Some were nothing more than a pinprick whereas others were several inches across. It was the patterns, particularly along the edges of the splotches,…
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Personifications – Sympathy
Finding shapes, primarily faces, among the swirled texture of the ceiling was among Sympathy’s least favorite way to pass the time, and yet time and again she found herself doing just that, night after night. The orange light from the streetlamps outside her bedroom window made certain she always had enough illumination to see those…
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Personifications – Love
Winter had finally settled in around the small cabin. The storm from the night before had left several feet of snow, and the terrible winds that battered against the windows so fiercely that they seemed in danger of breaking. Now, in the clear light of dawn, it was hard to imagine anything so contrasting to…
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Running
Caleb stared down at his feet. His shoes were old and stained from countless hours running along trails but they were still good shoes. Today he wasn’t running on any trails, however. At least, not the sort of trails he was used to. Those trails were almost never even and often made of dirt, gravel,…
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Late Reunion
Walking through cemeteries was always one of Monique’s favorite pastimes. She’d never found them eerie or unwelcoming. On the contrary, she had always loved the quiet solitude and how those places made her reflect not only on the lives of those who had come before, but on her own life and what she thought ought…
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Guest by the Fire
The house was old. Its thick walls held out the cold while the brick and iron wood-burning stove provided more than enough warmth. The old hand-pump in the kitchen still worked to draw up water from a well, although there was also a more modern looking sink and faucet that had been installed some years…
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Gifts
Cali sat at her kitchen table, cup of hot cocoa in hand, with her eyes fixed on the clock. It was a half passed one in the afternoon. She’d spent that last half hour sitting there, waiting for the time to pass. Her initial plan for the day had been to keep herself busy with…
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Ghost Walk
It was a decent sized group of people who were clustered together beside the trailhead in the pre-dawn. All around them were dense pine forests and towering above them were high mountains that rose and disappeared into the clouds. Everyone wore thick coats and gloves against the winter chill. The more experienced among them also…
Bridge of Broken Glass
Stories from my mind that won't be quiet
