This is where everything seems to float. There are no characters in this chapter. There is no plot in this chapter. Let's forget everything that's happened, Ok ( Read more... )

Her feet progressed as clumsy as possible, shuffling through the last airport she'd see in a while. She was in New York. A place she didn't know. A place she didn't really care to know. It wasn't her choice. In fact, if it was up to her, she'd be in the place she used to hate so much. Even that seemed better than this ( Read more... )

And in this hourglass of a house ( Read more... )

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Your eyes were closed as tight as they ever would close ( Read more... )

In this confined space I hear the wind ( Read more... )