Stories by: Whitney
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There’s a beacon of light in the darkness, swaying to and fro, to and fro. It’s beautiful. Illuminating. Hypnotizing. I follow it, like I would follow a lover to the ends of the earth. Camping out in the woods was …
I woke to the sound of screaming. It was my own. Tears and sweat poured down my face. It was always the same, night after night. I dreamt his face, my dark dream-weaver, all soulless eyes and heartless smile. He …
