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The following has been transcribed from the audio recorded on the Dictaphone recovered from Miss Layla Wilkes during her arrest. [click] This is Layla Wilkes, investigating for the Ashborne Gazette. … Read more
He was almost sure they bought the house because of the magnolia tree strategically planted in front of the house. Well, he can’t blame the realtor for the blooms, one … Read more
Smoke in the darkness. It filled my nose, the acrid taste dry on my tongue. I blinked, once. Twice. Some distant part of my brain, feeling leagues removed from me, … Read more
“I want my sister to get the kids,” Natalie said frankly, arms crossed against her large bosom, softly resting upon the round glass table. They were at the will party. … Read more
The bus lurched close to the edge. I closed my eyes and gulped, once more wishing away the horrible things happening to my stomach. Nausea for me is inevitable on … Read more
A woman’s body is not a thing, claimed, it cannot be. It is more than a concept; it is a situation. A woman’s body is her grasp on the world, … Read more
There was a family-owned book store that I remember as a child. There were worn out chairs and stools scattered about in the most abrasively anti-feng shui fashion that could … Read more
The professional assignment brought two complete strangers together. She had appeared vulnerable revealing everything about her failed marriage. He always gave her emotional support while driving her back home from … Read more
The music within is the best music of all. I hear it in my mind, guiding me. Inviting, tempting, exciting. My music changes along with me. When I soar, it’s … Read more
