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Swinging For the Fences
Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her fingers. This was the weapon her father had shown her how to make when she walked alone to her car after work. She wished that she had something a little more potent than keys between her fingers. It would have…
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My Cup of Tea
Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together. Even colors that had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time. How was she going to explain this to the others? grassxax There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was…
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Son of a Gun
She was infatuated with color. She didn’t have a favorite color per se, but she did have a fondness for teals and sea greens. You could see it in the clothes she wore that color was an important part of her overall style. She took great pride that color flowed from her and that color…
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Fool’s Gold infectionxax
The clowns had taken over. And yes, they were literally clowns. Over 100 had appeared out of a small VW bug that had been driven up to the bank. Now they were all inside and had taken it over. infectionxax She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath could…