Archive - November 2014

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Lost Angel
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To Catch A Traitor
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Morning Inspections

Lost Angel

  I fleeted through the trees trying not to make a sound. It was a game I liked to play in the morning after I finished my poses and recited all the prayers that promised me youth, beauty, health, and long life. I folded my white wings under her as I landed on a branch[…]

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To Catch A Traitor

The words could not be true, but they were written on every wall that she walked passed. Fanny averted her gaze from the horrible words that looked as though they were bleeding. She tried to breathe and not let her thoughts race. She couldn’t afford to panic. The words painted throughout their block could mean[…]

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Morning Inspections

Saba tightened the laces on her boots and tucked in the ends, hoping that would keep them tied and neat looking under inspections. She was hungry this morning and wanted to eat breakfast straight away. She didn’t want to relace and retie her boots, something she did at least three times every morning. She brushed[…]

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