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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate…
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I am old enough to remember when blogs were popular. Long before TikTok existed, and before the rise of YouTube, the written word ruled the internet. There were blogs on every topic you could think of: fashion, family, hobbies, and work. No matter what your interests were, you could find a blog that fit your…
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You think my little quirks are cute For now The way I shout when I get excited Or how I’m always looking for my key or my phone. You like that I take hours to drink my coffee And how Half read books and loose pens lay around But I Can’t stand to see dirty…
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I wish I could write my stories as quickly as I write for work. At my day job, I am known for my ability to research and write 1200 word technical articles in a single day. In addition to my other responsibilities, I keep the company website up to date with educational articles about digital…
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Last night I drowned. I stood at the lookout point of a canyon, looking down. The overlook loomed over the edge of the canyon, opposite a waterfall. The water fell as a thick mist into a rain forest that stood at the edge of a bottomless chasm. No matter how hard I tried, I could…
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I saw the same empty rooms almost every night and woke up with the unheard voices still ringing in my ears. Each night the dream felt more and more real. I could smell the musty scent of damp brink and decaying wood. I could feel the rough walls under my brown fingers, and the chilled…
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Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.
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I work in two extremes. I am either frantically trying to complete 15 tasks simultaneously, or I am binge reading Web Comics and ignoring my expanding to-do list. I don’t now how long I’ve been this way. I’ve always been a multitasker, but I feel that it’s gotten worse with time. Now my priorities are…
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If you are here Then I must be too So I touch your cheek And lay my head on your chest In the dark When my body isn’t mine And I have no name Your heartbeat is real
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I think it started at the market When I was checking ingredients lists For milk and whey. I bought margarine instead of butter. I think that was the first day I suspected that I love you.
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Bringing Mae Flowers 