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Arabella watched her mother and father go through the annual ritual of dressing the bookstore window. For thirty years

A Love Sacrificed

“Leave. Now. Before we wake up in the morning and regret what we’ve done.”

Susan’s words bounced around her head,

Behind Closed Doors

The door shuts, and the footsteps die. I take a few moments to calm my beating heart. My hands, tied behind my back,

Striking Back

Poseidon fumed inside with anger. It was that time. Again. Unable to move, he waited whilst

Dial B for Murder

Roberta sucked in the air and looked around the stark, square room. Her gaze lingered on a mirror, and she stared hard, lifting her chin. Her thighs stuck to the plastic chair,

A Life Sentence

They took her away on a bright morning, silent like the enemy

Fly Free

Swallow hugged her knees to her chest trying to fill the hollow space. She had decided. It was for the best, before it was too late. The soft lapping of the waves soothed the nagging ache in her heart.

Baby Doll: A Short Story

Baby Doll

Faye followed the rivulets of rain down the windowpane. “It’s so dark,” she murmured cradling her swollen belly. A flash of lightning lit up the room

The Black Rose

The Black Rose

I call her The Black Rose. She brings doom and death;

Mad Hattie

JoAnna Lamb

Courtney stood outside the shop and stamped her feet. A crumpled newspaper caught up in the icy wind wrapped itself around her ankles. She peeled it off and read the headline

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