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Dianne commented on the post, butterfly 1 year, 3 months ago
A butterfly fluttered outside her window. She watched it’s graceful movements, mesmerized by how delicate of a creature it really was. When she was a child, her mom told her that when the butterflies came, it was […]
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Dianne commented on the post, sacred 1 year, 3 months ago
He approached the sacred alter. His hands shook with grief. He had wronged so many. Penance was upon him. Time to be absolved. Two of the dark, cloaked figures behind him moved forward. They placed their hands on […]
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Dianne commented on the post, epic 1 year, 3 months ago
She closed the book. Her hands lingered on the soft leather binding. Where had all of the heroes gone? Where were the noble romantics that would battle monsters and sail across uncharted seas to rescue the women […]
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Dianne posted a new activity comment 1 year, 3 months ago
Am I the one you’re looking for? Your daughter, perhaps. :o)
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Dianne wrote about the word cabin 1 year, 3 months ago
It sat there looming, deep in the forest. Deserted and forgotten long ago. Shingles blown away, revealing gaping holes in the roof. The door, no longer hanging on its hinges, lay in pieces on the dilapidated, rotting porch. The few windows that weren’t shattered, watched over the forest like sinister eyes. Everything about the cabin [...]
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Erotica 1 year, 3 months ago -
Dianne wrote about the word collar 1 year, 3 months ago
She ran her fingers between the delicate skin of her neck and the spiked leather collar that encompassed it. The collar was tight. Stifling. She felt like a dog being forced to heel after an owner she despised. Why did she always try to fit in? This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a rebel. She wasn’t [...]
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Dianne wrote about the word beehive 1 year, 3 months ago
The low, rhythmic hum reverberating within the beehive was captivating. Dangerous. She knew she was allergic. That bees meant death, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was drawn to the sound. Drawn to the finality of death. It would only hurt for a moment, then the torture of life would be over. The pain was [...]
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Horror Painted in One Word 1 year, 4 months ago -
Dianne wrote about the word liberty 1 year, 4 months ago
Liberty sat in her bed, her soft fleece security blanket draped around her like a protective cloak. Her deep blue eyes welled with tears, but she forced herself not to cry. Her parents were fighting again. Dad was drunk. Mom was too. Did they really think she couldn’t hear them? She heard them. Every night. [...]
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