• an image of a brown kraft paper envelope with dried flowers inside
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    Was it a gift, Or was it a snare? Beautiful— Like Pandora’s box, I ran my hand along The textured cover— The meticulously cut Lettering, I traced the stitching Holding together Your perfectly folded pages, A soft smile on my lips— My hand moving Where yours had been Gluing strips of paper With such reverence ...
  • Old wooden house with broken windows and rotten roof surrounded by trees and dried leaves.
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    Marley’s eyes bulged at the sight before her. In all her years using the abandoned plantation as a shortcut from school, she had always found the cellar door of the dilapidated mansion secured. Two padlocks restricted access. Not only were the devices missing, but the double doors were open, exposing a flight of wooden stairs. ...
  • woman in a dress walking with a shadow behind her
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    You can’t see me Because you are a ghost Dwelling somewhere in the past— Like you’re caught between walls A lugubrious floorboard Creaking with memories of me— Of what I used to be, Who I never was— Snapshots of a Little red-eyed creature Clutched to your heart. And you can’t see The woman I’ve become— You’ll never ...
  • Lighthouse at Night
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    Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or its staff. ________ They both walked towards the dark, untamed trees of the woods. Only a small dirt trodden path marked the way. The branches of the trees weaved together with the bushes. They created a ...
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    Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or its staff. ________ The dim green glow from the necklaces that hung around their necks did not illuminate the room. It was a small room, and from what Alice could make out. There was a rocking ...
  • Lighthouse at night
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    Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or staff. ________ Alice tried to take in the sights as they drove into the historical town. The Victorian buildings were intricate in design and gothic in nature. Grace snapped pictures beside her and commented about the ...
  • Floating Girl
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    Elmira is a blip on the map of New York; unless you’re a Mark Twain nerd, you’ve probably never heard of it. But this tiny dot on the map is hiding a morbid story.  In a town like ours, one has to keep busy. My friend Viki hit me up on Facebook and asked me ...
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    Read part one here! The smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee called me from my slumber. I carefully made my way downstairs; every muscle in my body hurt. “How are you feeling?” my mom said as she kissed me on the head like she used to when I was home from school, sick. I ...
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    “Lily, slow down!” Lily didn’t want to wait for Mommy. After three days of rain, Mommy finally said it was time visit Daddy. So, Lily kept running, she knew the way. She stopped mid-run, spread her arms wide, and looked up toward the bright blue sky, squinting from the sun that was no longer blocked ...
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    I sat rocking in my computer chair. I hated nights like this when nothing was coming to me. I couldn’t focus; I could feel unseen eyes on me. Just like when I was a kid, I listened for my mother’s rhythmic snoring. That sound used to always make me feel better when I was younger ...