Morrigan Crowley
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By the time that Florence Harper came into the world, her mother, Edith, had already used up a lifetime supply of maternal instinct and had none to spare for her only daughter. Maybe it was because her other three children had sucked her dry, or maybe it had something to do with the bruises that she tried to conceal under long sleeves, even in the middle of summer. Whatever the reason, it was immediately apparent, to even strangers on the street, that the Harper kids deserved better. Especially Florence.
By Morrigan Crowley5 years ago in Fiction
The Void
I have always heard that fear is paralyzing. That the sensation floods your body, rendering you immobile, all the while your heart is racing. Your breath catches in your lungs, and your stomach drops heavily as if laden with rocks. Your muscles tense, adrenaline courses through your nervous system, and you tremble. At least that’s what I’ve heard. I could not remember the last time that I experienced it, perhaps I never had.
By Morrigan Crowley5 years ago in Fiction
