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Anonymous. Poetry. I didn’t have a childhood. Too rich for it. My father was too distant; my mother disinterested. Instead, I got their money. But I was always searching for that missing piece—someone or something that would make me whole. I thought I had found that piece in my husband. It turned out I had…
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Anonymous. Short story. The old house had always been a source of fascination for the locals. It was said that it was cursed, that anyone who entered the house would never return. But Ashlyn didn’t believe in curses. She was determined to explore the house, no matter what the consequences. Ashlyn had always been interested…
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