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Kendra Maurer
"It sounded like a good idea at the time."
"It sounded like a good idea at the time."
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She gets so quiet sometimes, when she's thinking those thoughts. The ones she keeps hidden from the world. Deep in the darkness where thinks no one can see her.
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Mallorca then Madrid.


What a strange little map back to a time and a place just beyond my reach.
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I flatlined here for a little while. Ok, a year. It's been a year of introspection and change, both inside and out. I've been writing, but mostly on-topic of some longer work I've been at for a couple years now. She is a character born of blood and stone. F...
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She said:

I suppose I am the color blue.

I said:
No, you're the color yellow.

She said:
It's because of my yellow eyeshadow in that picture, isn't it?

I said:
No. You're the yellow of daffodils who defiantly stare down the sweeping, gray skies that wa...
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The Go-Away Girl
It's what she called herself as she walked away from the group of boys that had just shown up. Mark punched her in the jaw for effect this time, but it didn't bother her. Philbert was in from the service and was the meanest bastard she knew. He was a Marin...
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Lockdown
It's where she goes when the world gets to be too much. When too much outside gets in, stretching tendrils around her insides, squeezing until the slow burn rises in her chest and in her throat. She shuts them all down and out, closes open doors so she can ...
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Stay the Night
Hold on as tight as you can. Enjoy my taste and scent. Wonder if this is real and dance that line between. Feel the moments as though they are true; me reaching so deep you wonder if that heat beside you is mine. I whisper the promises you hold in your hear...
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Where The Secrets Live
The grid of streets was laid out like a vast net that trapped the city between shades of watery gray; the ever-raining sky, cement and pavement. Pinned all it touched to the ground, cutting deep into the undulations of hills, severing everything in its path...
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Muses for Coffee
Meet me for coffee. That tiny place up the street with that welcoming fireplace, and the soft, dim lights. I'll sit at a table for two, make sure there's room for one. I'll be reading Camus when you get there, for no other reason than it seems like the righ...
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