
Danielle Dahl
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Playing With Fire
The floorboards creaked as I walked across them, making my way to the tiny window. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and dust covered the floor. My breath came in shuttering gasps, thanks to the hike up the lighthouse's steps. It had required much less effort to climb up them 40 years ago when Joey, George, Molly, and I had snuck up here to have some of her dad's beers.
By Danielle Dahl5 years ago in Horror
Lake Walks: A Journey of Healing
Writing, kept me alive during high school. I lived through a traumatic and unconventional childhood and I was already fragile when these challenging years came to be. Penning poetry, and stories, provided me with a powerful outlet for expressing myself. Back then, I constantly said that I would write a book when I grew up.
By Danielle Dahl6 years ago in Motivation

