The Fog
“Mal…? Mal…? Wake up, Mal.” I feel a gentle tug on my shirt as I open my eyes to see where I am. It’s the…
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“Mal…? Mal…? Wake up, Mal.” I feel a gentle tug on my shirt as I open my eyes to see where I am. It’s the…
*** Want to start at the beginning? Here’s the link to the prologue: http://simily.co/all-stories/maryandramb/s-o-s-searching-out-souls/ _____________________________________________________________________ (Cover Photo Credit – Myself) Part Five Nya staggered to…
Beep. The digits flashed on Inna’s BitWatch at exactly midnight: $1000.00. She held her breath, half- expecting the shriek of her Aunt Li’s alarm clock,…
Growing up so far from the wordfields, I’ve learned to appreciate the few words I have, so as the fitting for Baron Kensington’s festival garments…
Maartje van Dijk lived in a windmill. At the age of ten, her vater and moeder perished at sea, and she was sent to live…
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