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Blue is there for me
Blue is the best boy ever
I love Blue, my cat
About the Creator
Anthology of A Fractured Heart
The end of it all is a silent acceptance, or flipping of a switch to suppress the storm. At some point, the storm that doesn't leave you ends up calling you it's home and finding secret places to hide and devour your heart one beat at a time.
By Jayni Cole4 days ago in Poets
The Blue Ridge Stalker
Tom had left the Ford down the way, its spark plugs finally exhausted and no mechanics for a dozen miles back through the foothills to Strossburg. No matter, he had worn his boots—almost as if he planned for this to happen. The puzzle he sought to solve emanated from the woods clinging to the slopes above; the valley behind held no mysteries.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 days ago in Fiction
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