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Bree sat on the padded bench attached to the bay window, staring out as she wondered how long she would be at the wheel. It had already been two days.  She hadn’t been at the wheel this long since Oliva was diagnosed and started going to therapy. Her therapist was going to love this. Bree…… Continue reading Parts

The Little Matchstick Girl And The Angry Mob

The story starts off very much like it’s been told. With a little girl, barefooted with tangled yellow- blonde hair, using the ratty apron to carry homemade matches, more matches in her hand, desperately trying to sell them in the fading light of the day, trudging through the cold as snow fell into her tangled…… Continue reading The Little Matchstick Girl And The Angry Mob

Evie’s Run , Or Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway?

As Evie slowly opened her eyes, she had the awful thought that whoever decided to design her sleep cycle for twelve-minute intervals should be shot.  She was rested enough, she just hated waking up to the dank, grimy world around her. The windows of the gas station were either shattered or covered with so much…… Continue reading Evie’s Run , Or Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway?