10
Oct
Gifts in Black Paper
Every year, Isabella chose her gifts carefully: a scarf he’d admired in a shop window, a hand pianted mug
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Dispatches
Quiet tragedy. Quiet horror. Micro fiction from the edge of collapse.
12
Sep
So. Be. It.
He ripped off his shirt and hurled it into the roar of fans. “Love you! Love you!” Mira glared—that
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15
Aug
The Cup
Edward walked through Plovdiv's cobblestone streets. The ancient Roman ruins loomed over him, remnants from another time. Exhausted,
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18
Jul
Eyes in The Flame
The party ended but Emma stayed behind beside the beach fire. Her eyes fixated on the dancing flames while her
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