Tag: #notalone
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“Kidnapping of Margot”
“Come on, ill take you somewhere safe, a hotel.” Davy whispered. He took her arm to balance her. “And where will you be?” she hissed, peering into his eyes. “I am a PI. I am investigating him. I will be coming back here.” He explained with a shrug. “Why?” She demanded. She wanted to cross…
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Moment by moment
Half asleep, she imagined her curtains moved as her newfound protector came into her room through her opened window. She almost slipped into a dream when a disturbance startled her awake. Someone was jiggling her doorknob. Someone on the other side wanted in. “My imagination.” She breathed in sharply and held her breath. She did…
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Aftersickness
“That isn’t how it works. Fifty is over the hill.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Just because your thirteen doesn’t make me over the hill. Nana is over the hill.” Rachel jumped to her feet and turned around. “Nana, josh says you are over the hill.” Josh did a face palm. “What? Pills? I thought you…
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Shadows of the past
Sophia blinked; tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes. She knew Cameron was there, but she could not look at him. How could she explain why she was the way she was. Considering a relationship before this had always terrified her; there was more to her than loneliness and more to her depression…
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Out of the Darkness, into the Light
Katie could hear her name being spoken. And she could feel something cold in her eye. It hurt. She moaned and tried to turn away. Myles heard her moan a second time. “Katie, it’s me Myles,” He said a little louder this time. Katie heard his voice, and she opened her eyes. She looked at…
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After the Rain
“You have been noticeably quiet. Is there something wrong?” He asked. One hand was resting on the counter. I shook my head and looked back at the silverware. “Are you sure? You look upset, and I am not trying to be pushy or rude; I want you to feel comfortable here. My dog loves you.”…
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Next Door
“You know, if you need someone to talk to, about life and your ex, I’m a good listener.” Paul said, and I am sure his voice was softer then it had been. “Oh, it’s just a thing I have to do for my mom.” I blurted out, feeling like I was giving too much away. …
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Dreamwalker
But then my dream came. Or my hallucination. I heard a noise, a soft footstep. Or maybe a twig branch breaking. A tiny snap in the grass. And then I looked. There was a man there. But I wasn’t scared. Some reason? I knew him. He belonged. And I belong. He stood there so tall,…
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