Fiction
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Check out parts one through five, linked on the homepage. I hope you enjoy! Ishmael sat before the pulpit, gathering his strength to speak once more that night. Eliza busied herself sweeping the floor and wiping the pews, giving him space as best she could. He still leaned on her arm when he walked, his
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Happy Saturday!If you’re just joining, check out Parts One, Two, and Three ! Stay tuned for Part Five as soon as I can think it through and get it written. Enjoy! The next morning, Eliza drew the shirt from the boiling kettle, the steam curling into the chill of autumn and filling the room with the sharp
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Continuing the story of Mimsy and Annette from the last post here …. So they followed Annetteafter class, down the hall,and closed in around her, cutting off her escape. “You’re odd,” said the first.“A freak,” said her friend.“You’re just like the witch, and two there can’t be.” With smirks and with sneers,with a push and

