Stories
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THE LEGACY
Her foot long, mini braids whipped like two dozen pendulums out of control as thirteen-year-old Cassandra Esther Bernice Jones darted across the intersection. If you blinked her sleek, naturally tanned silhouette melted into the shadows of the graffiti of each building she passed. Occasionally, the long, tapered fingers of her right hand brushed aside the…
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The New Baby

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The Monsters in My House

Sometimes, when I was five years old, I sprint go to bed before the monsters began their nightly adventures that included scaring me. My mom kept insisting that I was dreaming. But, I knew better, They were big and hairy and very ugly. Stormy nights were the worst because the howling wind filled every corner…