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Breathe Part 1
Breathe, the man told himself as he pressed through the crowded streets. Breathe, he thought as the other people on the street eyed him as he passed, their gaze flitting over him and then away nervously. Breathe, it was like some incantation that would keep him safe, and it just might, for a time.…
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Driftwood
Small waves lapped at the floating piece of driftwood and the rhythmic motion almost rocked the sleeping man off of it. As it was, he awoke just in time to catch himself and resettled his body back into place. The sun glared down on his face, skin raw and peeling from exposure and his lips…
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A Letter Home
I’m sure you will not believe this, but please read it through. Perhaps, by the end of it all, you will see why I’ve done what I’ve done. The first time it happened, I was seven, playing with a friend in his back yard. His house sat on the banks of the river and we…
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What’s In It?
Mrs. Govers sat uneasily at her kitchen table and stared at the thing before her. It steamed in a manner almost menacingly even as it’s tempting scents wafted over to her: sweet and cinnamony. It was already sliced, a piece had even been served onto one of her small plates. A silver fork lay beside…
Bridge of Broken Glass
Stories from my mind that won't be quiet
Bridge of Broken Glass 