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L is For...
As the rich light of the golden hour began to creep into the corners of the studio apartment, Norah flopped down on the sofa. Six hours of almost uninterrupted unpacking later (not including the regular stops to lose herself in TikTok, of course) and the apartment was looking a little more like someone lived in it.
By Abi Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
The Doomed Sister
“Please.” She stared back with solemn eyes, her hair sweeping over her face. But she didn’t break eye contact with me, and I refused to do the same. Our eyes, locked together and reflecting the same gem-tone blue, were our only common feature. Her reflection shadowed the water she stood above, while mine was blinded from the weak sun that pitifully tried to shine through the clouds. As determined, she was the darkness, and I was light.
By Killoran Mazur3 years ago in Fiction
The Violet exchange
January 1928 “Listen,” said Mr. Mastricoli, pausing halfway up the wooden staircase. He pushed his hat back a little and Violet could see the sweat beading underneath its brim. “I don’t know what your husband told you about this place, but it’s better if you let me talk to them. You understand?”
By The Twilight Zane3 years ago in Fiction







