Microfiction
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Tallahassee Moss
Wind shuddered through the old moss grove.I watched the trees sway like memorials to times better lived, trapped in a past I wished to forget but can’t ever let go. I pulled my sweater tight. Some people are incapable of… Continue reading
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Peter and the Polite Wolf
Peter wanted nothing more than to help his father. So every day, he did as he was told and stood guard over the family’s flock of sheep. Tall and straight, Peter stood at the top of the field, watching, watching,… Continue reading
