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Twenty Three Weeks
23 Weeks- working title- K. Larsen ©2016 FEBRUARY “What’s your name?” “Nora,” I whisper. My throat feels sunburned. Sweat soaks the hair covering my neck. Wind gusts hair across my face.Something drips from my head. Or onto my head. I can’t tell which. A blurry face appears over mine. Too close. “Nora, we’re going to lift now.” I stare at the grey sky. I shudder and worry about what might be watching from the thicket of woods nearby. I can’t nod and my mouth makes no sound. For a moment I feel weightless. Free. I imagine it’s how birds feel soaring through the sky. Gravity quickly reminds me that…
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Not everyone is who they appear to be…
Helen dropped to her knees and started pulling out Sophie’s clothes from the dresser drawers. Small shirts and pants. Tiny socks. Oshkosh labels and small patent leather shoes all went into the boxes. She sobbed as memories washed over her. She hugged a stuffed dog to her chest and rocked back and forth. It had been one of Sophie’s favorites. She inhaled the smell that barely lingered on it. She couldn’t do this. Funny how life could twist on you like an unfamiliar road until you weren’t sure which way you were headed anymore. She drew strength from the recesses of her soul and plowed forward. It took her just…
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Helen from Imposter
Helen Snow floated in the air silently outside. Helen stared, momentarily-zoned out in the decent of the flakes. Big fluffy flakes that barely weighed anything. Sophie used to love playing in the snow, she thought, but long gone were the days of bundling Sophie in snow pants, boots, a hat and mittens. Gone was the moment of zipping up her coat all the way to her chin and patting her on the butt as she clumsily made her way out the front door. Helen clung tightly to the memories she had of her daughter. Even ten years later, she held out secret hope that her daughter was still…
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Imposter – yes- again
AVA July 11, 2016 “Just one more God-damned thing that didn’t go right,” her mom said . She frowned and fidgeted with the hem of her dime-store dress. Ava’s uncle went to his truck and changed from khakis into sweat pants. Her aunt ducked behind the hearse to light a cigarette in the wind. Her mom climbed into her beat up car, put on the flashers and motioned for everyone to follow behind. They formed a makeshift processional of dented trucks and loud mufflers, driving out of the small town, onto dirt roads and up to a cemetery bordered by thick woods. What killed her father was drinking.…
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Here’s to you!
In honor of you, the reader, I post…. A chapter. Enjoy! #Duplicity#WhoWillWin#SaveEmma *unedited* subject to change* FridayMilana Willa: It’s not just a ‘friend’ weekend o’ fun 😉 Friday 3:48pm Milana: Oh jaysus. Have an orgasm for me!Friday 3:50pm Willa: LOL, can do!Friday 3:55pm Milana: Ok hottie, have a fab weekend fling!Friday 4:00pm Willa: So I yelled out “that was for Milana!” That wasn’t weird right???Friday 11:00pm Milana: OMG! Bahaha, that is THE BEST! Love it. I snort as I type my response. My phone rings almost immediately after I hit send. I lift it, glancing at the screen and smile. Shaking my head in amusement…
