I look in the old hand-held mirror that I’ve stuck up on the wall. I glance quickly behind me, wondering if my mother is behind
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The Savior
They would stand in the rain as long as necessary. They followed him, wherever he went. The rallies, they found them addictive. They touched something
The Abstraction
The old man had entered the contest for wood sculpting six months ago. Now, at the deadline, it was finished. As the crowd walked by
My Beauty
It was Saturday. He’d asked her to go to town with him. They worked so hard on the farm. She walked over to the mirror
The Writer
”You can tell I left here in a hurry last night,” she thought to herself as she attempted to clean up the mess on her
The Prisoner
She doesn’t want them watching her. She has secrets. Secrets that could spell the end of her. She’s tried everything to insure her privacy. She
The Write Scribe 