short story
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Catalyst
The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. Is this a reality? I can’t fathom this not being a dream because of the vivid details that seem all too real. The slight breeze is blowing moderately against my skin and hair. It feels like a gentle hand is caressing my face. What… Continue reading
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Coffee
* Knuckles crack* Check the schedule: “Marisol: Afternoon shift at 1:20 PM tomorrow.” It was around 9:30 p.m. The night sky was densely packed with rain clouds pouring down quickly. As she got ready to close for the evening at a local café, a favorite among college students and international tourists, she realized she hadn’t… Continue reading