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Well hidden, Deep inside. The gifts remain in the hall closet waiting for her to change her mind. But to her, they are just a reminder that her friend died, and they would remain there, untouched. When Layla heard her father’s heavy foot descending the stairs she called for him. “Papa? Can you help me? 8221; Her father smiled, “Sure. You’re Uncle is heading out soon. You get washed up and I’ll come back up in a few minutes. Okay? 8221; she mumbled to herself through the mask. November 2, 2016. Blades of ...

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Jackson’s slim build and narrow features were common enough that he didn’t stand out in a crowd. His affinity with dark clothing was by design. His life depended on his appearance being forgettable and he gladly lived a life in the shadows. Solitude for some was a form a torture, but for him, it was how he retained his sanity. He convinced himself that it was enough to have seen her. He made himself believe that he didn’t need her embrace. Her touch. Her smile. He nodded, reassuring...August 31, 2016.

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It was the kind of bitter cold that stunned the senses and frightened you deep down inside. The jagged angry drops of freezing rain were relentless and filled with pent-up anger. There was nowhere to escape them. There was no where to go. The morning came for some. But not for others. She was sure that she would be in the latter category. In fact she was absolutely positive and it was only when she realized she was having this thought that is dawned on her that she may still be alive…. With painful force...

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The waves were kissed with ice. Blades of light pierced the dark clouds which continued to threaten its brutality upon the small seaside town. The brick and wood structures were used to the treatment and took it in stride. It’s residents, built almost as strong hardly seemed to notice but Amelia was new and therefore the bitter harsh wind, side-ways rain and freezing temperatures seemed like the devils revenge on earth. October 27, 2016. October 27, 2016. Leave a comment on Dimming Lights. The boat capsi...

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It was the kind of bitter cold that stunned the senses and frightened you deep down inside. The jagged angry drops of freezing rain were relentless and filled with pent-up anger. There was nowhere to escape them. There was no where to go. The morning came for some. But not for others. She was sure that she would be in the latter category. In fact she was absolutely positive and it was only when she realized she was having this thought that is dawned on her that she may still be alive…. With painful force...

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Sailing Away – writinginthenightsky

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The waves were calm and subtle but she was losing her grip nonetheless. It was dark and the water temperature was warmer than the air. That was the only good part of being submerged in the middle of the ocean. The boat capsized so quickly and seemingly out of nowhere that there wasn’t even a second to prepare. One moment they were making love in the cabin with candle light and music and the next, they were upside down and sinking. Fast! Then her grip slipped and overturned the cooler. “NO! You are commen...

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