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It isn't cheating... but it sure feels like it.
When Lacy moves into a new apartment she feels like her parents and her aren't the only residents. Constantly at night she hears claws scratching at the wallpaper and two little feet skidding across the wooden floor.
By Olivia Danger
steinbeckian vs. bradburyan. for some reason this poem reminds me of bob dylan (not his writing, just him as a person).
This flash fiction tells of a woman who thought she saw a woman knitting at the cemetery.