Category: Short Story
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Matching Manicures
‘Jump,’ she said. Her small hands curled around my shoulders, just like she used to. Her breath shivered along my skin. ‘I don’t want to,’ I replied, taking a step back from the ledge. We had matching nails—a birthday gift from my mum. The same day everything went wrong. Her nails were different now: sharper,…
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Text Received From Mars
Jade. How have you been? Are you happy? Have you been eating well? Sleeping? I’m sorry I put you through this. I know you said you never wanted to hear from me again, but I figured it’s been so long now you might not be mad anymore…what was I thinking? Of course, you’re still mad.…
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Because I’ll Hold Your Hand
The path was dangerous, as the man had said. He showed her the way and left quickly. Where are you going, she asked. Back to my path. She wondered why he didn’t walk this one with her.