And the Radio Said, There’s Another Shot Dead
The air hung heavy with the
A Loving Murder
See, you all think I am abou
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Holiday()
It is 4:06 PM on December 31st, and my m...
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Friendship()
My fingertips almost brush yours beneath...
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Romance()
The canister had always been there, roll...
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Western()
In life there are monumental occurrences...
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Fantasy()
Humans can transform from solid to spiri...
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Adventure()
A slate-grey sky hung heavy over the Pre...
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Coming of Age()
Death was accompanied by the patter of n...
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Suspense()
Guest rooms were always hiding things. N...