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Arianne Damiano's Writings

Short Story
Sep.08.2009
Chapter Two The night had moved on, a set of hours, deepening. The longer it lasted, the more frightened she grew. The night was a world of its own, bearing horrors and frights more treacherous than what any storybook nightmare could foretell. The air was chilled and icy, but it was not actually cold. It was the paired effect of the wind with the already cool...
Short Story
Sep.08.2009
Chapter One It had been a few days now. A few days of pure running. With nowhere to go. With no sign of home. Even if there were, she wouldn't want to go back. She could barely remember a family. Could barely remember her name. For two years, she hadn't heard it. The young woman crouched down behind the hydrangea bushes in front of a ragged white home....