Kat Rosenberger
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The Free Man
A young man sat on a park bench, observing the area around him. He looked much like the others -- he wore an off-white shirt and off-white pants, however, his arms and legs were completely free. People stared at him as they walked by, they spit on him, called him crazy - he was an outsider.
By Kat Rosenberger3 years ago in Fiction
Nightly Walks
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The soft glow of the flickering flame revealed a shadowy silhouette hovering in the window, watching the outside world like a prisoner locked in its cell. In the blink of an eye, the silhouette vanished as the candle was suddenly consumed by the darkness. The old cabin now stood in its usual condition in the middle of the woods - dilapidated, candleless, and dark. Exactly as it was meant to be.
By Kat Rosenberger4 years ago in Fiction
