The mirror never lies. Every line and wrinkle; each tiny, barely visible fault is mercilessly and exactly reproduced in the reflection. It's enough to drive a person to insanity.
Annie loved school and couldn’t wait for the new year to begin. She was going to be a third grader, and taking the long walk up the stairs into the old part of the school.
The eyes of all assembled Writers met Oolian's eyes, registering her confusion, before reconn
Lonny Lamaack was fed up with wishing time would stand still or that he could take back time he lost, so therefore, it was time to take matters into his own hands.
Dishes done, table set for tomorrow’s breakfast, Madeline O’Shea climbed heavily up the stairs to her room. “G’night, dear,” her father called from his study. She did not answer.
A friend of a friend gave me the number for an illegal subl
I was awakened by a whisper. "She's here," the voice said.
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Before the last leaf fell, she would go. Climb out of this bed. Crawl down the narrow staircase. Slam the door on sadness.
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