Mud following tears,
Fire traces her cheekbones.
Autumn breeze softens.
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Kritta Mary
Heyo I'm an illustrator and beginning writer - a lover of fairytale, fantasy, and mystery stories, particularly those of the world-building kind, and those that challenge the imagination.
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The Other Housemate
Oh, what in the – “Molly!!!” Violet let out an exhausted groan. The day had been long, hot, fruitless, a challenge she never asked for; her patience tested, her tolerance reduced to a wisp of forced breath that stirred up a sickly war-like storm in her chest. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and tightened her grip on the damp duffle bag laying limp in her hands.
By Kritta Mary8 months ago in Fiction
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