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Month: November 2014

The Fairest of Them All. A Poem.

The apple was plump, ripe, bursting with juicy flesh like the curves of my body that I hide with frilly layered gowns. Sweetness and untainted goodness rolls, grows and solidifies […]

Kidnap: Short Story.

Dear Milly, I folded this letter as many times as I could to make it really tiny and I gave it to the big guard man at the fence next […]