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January 1, 2018

The Bridge

I come here often. The rusted and decaying mass of metal that once was a bridge, connecting the two separated land, gives me a sense of comfort and serenity. The…
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January 1, 2018

The Lost Marble

Acrid air crept into my lungs, turning my stomach, but somehow I managed to keep the food inside. I didn’t move. Soon, I was going to die, that was certain.…