Drowned in an ocean
Of my own making, the tide
Looked so inviting
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M Dannenfelser
Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
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Happy Hallmark, Baby!
In response to a challenge set by Vocal Assist. You can find it here should you wish to be involved! The crisp winter air bit at Talia's skin as she stepped off the bus. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her as she walked. The once-familiar streets of her hometown were now indistinct. As if trapped in a memory of a memory she could not remember. The grey, unobtrusive December sky did little to calm her rising anxiety. She had not returned in twenty years. And for good reason.
By Celia in Underland2 days ago in Fiction
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i really love this piece