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Susie’s Rescue
Samuel sunk into the seat across the table from Susie. He wanted to hug her and explain he would get her out of there, but he couldn’t. Samuel glanced up at the big man, wearing the white orderly costume, watching carefully, too close to be orderly. No, the man was a guard, and he knew…
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Absence
“What’s that?” asked Don. “Who is there?” But Luna didn’t answer or turn around to see if they were looking at her. She began to run. However at the other end of the row her way was blocked with a pair of black pants attached to “Don.” “Hello, girly; where do you think you are…
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Identity Crisis
“I have to confess, my Isabel.” I said looking down at her hand in mine. Isabel winkled her brow. “What do you have to confess my love? She asked “Isabel, I am not Dashiell.” I explained slowly, looking into her eyes. Isabel shifted on the couch. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Okay, than who are you?”…
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Open the Door, Let the Sun In
“Why are you here?” Lea replied, finally able to ask the question that was bothering her. There was nothing else for them to discuss. What else could be said to a stranger who was always by her bedside when she awoke and wouldn’t explain the reason for his presence? Darren looked surprised and slightly embarrassed.…
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Skyfel: The Bombers
The food was gone all too quickly and she held her tongue not asking for more. The first star was just beginning to come out she looked straight up at it. Once more, she felt a lump in her throat at the beauty of it, but her grandmother would never see another star She sighed…
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The Rescue of Susie
Unexpectedly, Brad grinned. “Oh. I suppose it has to be about Susie?” Samuel Scowled More now. “Brad, You know that I don’t like you to mention her name. Coming out of your mouth, it’s just a dirty word.” But Brad continued to grin. “Samuel, what if I told you that she isn’t dead?” Samuel blinked.…
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Moment by Moment
Justin felt a buzz in his pocket. He tried to look in that direction, but he felt his forehead brush against the cobwebs. He shivered and put his head down. Could it be his phone? And if it was, was it Katherine? In his current state it was hard for him to focus on anything…
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