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On a night forlorn like a widow’s soul burdened by silent grief and haunted by bone-crushing anguish, a dream laid wasted, crumpled in a burgundy velvet blanket on ground inhospitable as concrete. Retribution, redemption, and reconciliation, desires raging away like wildfire, uncontained and unstoppable, usurped the throne in her spirit where pride and peace…
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I watched half her face melt like ice cream on a hot summer day. She was probably in shock, because all she did was cry – silently, with a sob, here and there. I’m sure it must have hurt, especially when half her face became bare bones exposed to the sharp, relentless wind. She might…
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Like the pop of a newly opened champagne bottle, the words built up in the back of Marina’s throat released. “What does being a God even mean? What can I do? Why are there rules? Why me?” “You may do whatever you wish so long as you follow the rules. There is no longer anything…
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With one last gulp of the drink she had in her hand, Marina began to speak for the first time since she had arrived in this strange place. But only silence filled the air when she moved her lips. She clasped at her throat, feeling the words, the confusion, the bewilderment caught in her throat…
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There was a single chair at the head of the table. Its crystalline structure twinkled with the chandelier lights and its ruby velvet cushions invited her to take a seat. Marina lowered herself, pausing momentarily before sitting herself down. The feast before her could feed her and three armies. Before she knew it, her hands…
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