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Someone Else, Please Control Me

I was on the verge of a panic attack. I hadn’t been able to find the door of the club The Rabbit Hole where I was supposed to meet my friends. I froze and stared off into space while standing

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Wicked Winter Took Him

Her breath comes in fragments of forest air as she stumbles through drifts of snow. She has to get to him. With every inhalation, the cold rips through her throat and into her lungs like a thousand frozen burrs shredding

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The Human Has Left – OR – When to Self-Destruct Your Dream

The human has left the flat. Don’t tell her I got my paws on her computer. Zulejka here. In case you don’t know who I am, allow me to enlighten you. Here are some of my more delightful moments when

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There’s No Happy Ending

Be kind to others. You never know how difficult their journey is. She’s tried to write a happy ending to her story, but it always ends up the same. All these years, every story she writes—why can’t one end happily?

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Get Out of My Mind

I want it out of my mind. The crazy. The crap thinking that makes me step over cracks five times, or two times, or ten times two times while I have to think of precisely the right thing or else

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So Much Torture

“I am so glad I get to write so much torture today,” Rain Sivertsen pronounced while sweeping into a meeting room on the cusp of a new writing day, her face aglow as she faced the other unsuspecting writers in

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The Pain Comes Back

The pain comes back sometimes, of losing him. The soft lamplight will hit the bed sheets in a certain way and he’ll be there again, sitting against the wall and softly strumming his butter-yellow guitar, his dark hair brushing his

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In the Chill, Relentless Rain

She stood in the rain, in the chill, relentless rain, in a long pale dress, a girl without a name. Or perhaps she had a name, but she could not remember it. She could remember nothing. Not how she’d come

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Then Keep Me

He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,

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Under Vaporous Stars and Waning Moonlight

Masked, the dark stranger creeps into the room; Around him there hovers a bleak pall of doom. Sinful and sweet his movements may seem, Killing his prey as they gently dream. Emotionless, he cuts short their final hours; Death lurks

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Sonya Lano

Sonya Lano

Owner of two cats and huge dreams and author of any kind of love story so long as wild stuff is going on...

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