Another Tuesday Morning
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. Another Tuesday Morning I hate Tuesday mornings. I just hate them. They just always seem like the longest day of the week.…
Divine Bloodline
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Two Sides Of The Same Coin
I remember my childhood in bits and pieces, like framed pictures of specific events that exist independently of all the other memories. There was the time I challenged my brother to a foot race down…
The Last Man Kneeling
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A Doorway on Lenox
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