I. From quarantined hallways made of mirrors reflecting myself to my wretched self, ranks of diseased waxworks insulated in fungous layers of malfunctioning freedom and feeding on the festering luxury of despair, from stagnant residue…
Where do we go, oh, when our prayers are answered? Where do we go, oh, when our prayers are answered, but the answer is no? Lindsey Stirling and Carah Faye ask a good question in…
By Jocelyne Ross Word Count: 340 Rating: G Summary: While Joyce lies comatose, she relives her life with her husband and family, as they try to wake her up. It is a gentle touch this…
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