I write a little bit of everything.
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Follow along for stories about love and adventure that often take a dark twist.
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Vicious Ends Top Story - November 2022
The rumble of Chase’s run-down Chevy announced his arrival in White Lily Valley. A small, quaint town, of a few thousand people. Known for nothing and no one. The perfect place to start over. He’d left the city behind him and with it, all of the past. With him, he carried only his backpack, wallet, and whatever he could stuff into an old suitcase that had been smushed into the trunk.
It didn’t end the way it did in fairytales. It didn’t start that way, either. We were rather like an endless current of waves, constantly crashing into each other that inevitably would be pulled apart by an unknown and unstoppable force. The only trace of our meeting, a trail of pieces left behind on the shore. A ring, a letter, an unanswered text message sent at 3:03 am.