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She moved through the trees with ease as if it was where she came from—as if she had been rooted and born here. Her long black hair draped gracefully over her dark green cape, and her worn brown boots made the barest of thuds against the mossy floor of the forest. He...
Telling Stories

Telling Stories

There’s a meme out there that says something along the lines of: “I’m always writing a story in my head.” This is my experience. I play out the life around me in my head to understand, to foster compassion. This, for me, is part of the process...
The Woman He Wanted

The Woman He Wanted

November was nobody’s favourite month in Upstate New York, but it was Sam’s. Sure, the leaves left the trees, days became shorter, and the weather turned cold, but that last bit meant something good. Cold weather—namely, November 1st—marked the start of...
The Affair

The Affair

It was the early days of falling into something they both at once craved and feared. Everyone has heartbreak—divorce though, that’s its own kind of hurt. They lounged quietly, contentedly on his worn grey couch. Her head was in his lap as they watched another...