Being a single parent was rough, especially in Fresno. An expensive town between the Sierra Nevadas and the Pacific. Of course everything is expensive nowadays. Looking at the moon’s position in the sky, the thing in the night sighed and walked back into the club whose air was more cigar smoke and cheap perfume than […]
I didn’t seek out this life, or rather lack thereof, but was cursed with it, so to speak, as a consequence of my arrogance and curiosity. I have always been the type to desire what I can not have, and knowledge, when guarded, becomes the object of ultimate desire.
Note- sorry its short i hope you liked this short story also if you read the name of the chapters together it leaves a foreshadowing note which i thought was cool. -rowdy also this was made possible with the help of kind people who looked over the first version so thanks to albert moss, austin curtiss, alex (jay) cantrell, eli garret, erin brown, joyanne maske, luckas jordan and last but not least rex conner.
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She hadn’t known Katrinel Magdalena at all. The woman had died before Elara’s tenth birthday, remembered only in fragments passed down through silence, a scent of rosewater, a velvet box no one opened, a name spoken like a spell and then buried. But the diary was unmistakably hers. And it was not a record of domestic life. It was a confession.
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