Short Story
Wave Your Hand
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** He had many spells and potions that cleared the air, that erased negativity, that increased positivity… but would he place his hands on the windowsill and lift the window on his own? Let out the stale odors? Would he grab the pencil, flip it over in his hands, and manually erase that thing he should not have written?
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By Hyde Wunderli 3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Celestial Blades
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Thump
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By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Ryble
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By Theocharis Petrides3 years ago in Fiction
Guardians
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By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
The true story of Oliver's
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By Sovan Pech3 years ago in Fiction
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By Sovan Pech3 years ago in Fiction
True Story of My Life
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By Sovan Pech3 years ago in Fiction
