Meghan Fosenburg
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21 year old mom, going to school to be a nurse who used to aspire to write books.
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Joshua never liked mail as a kid. It often disrupted his household, the mail slipping through the slot in the middle of the day would rile the dogs up. Sending them into a barking flurry of fur and claws scrambling towards the door. As he got older, it turned to his younger siblings trying to get to the door before he did, ripping at the papers like they were some presents that needed to be opened.
By Meghan Fosenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Sour
Leaves blew across the crosswalk. The bitter cold bit at her skin, the tips of her ears were numb, and so was her nose, and they were colored a bright red. It was a bleak time of year, not that late in the day but it was still empty. Houses passed by, colorless, meaningless, occupied but not homes.
By Meghan Fosenburg5 years ago in Fiction
