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I was getting nothing done one night, and I was... » Read
By Liva Nagle
Sleepless nights while procrastinating.
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
By Cosima Obuday
I'm writing a suspense book in the " Murder Mystery Club" form; a group of people telling each other curios crimes they witnessed. The below story is imbedded into the frame story. Please tell me what you think of it?
Thank you for your time!
By Chantal Wirth
Micro-tale from the sofa
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2009 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0