Stories tagged “Cassie”
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Familiar
“Cassandra. Not Cassie. Cassandra.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper, her airways blocked by the wire. “My name. Is. Cassandra.” She felt the wire tighten as he slid even closer. “Cassandra, then.” It’s almost ...
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The Lighthouse
“Stop the car.” “Give me the keys,” he says. He shoves the keys into his pocket, then leans forward again, “I’m going to let go. You’re gonna stay with me. That ballet might have made you flexible, but you̵...
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A Fleeting Moment
He gropes the wall. A weak orange filament sputters to life, swaying nervously above them. He blinks. With a thud, the heavy door shuts, closing out all but the faintest rumble of surf. Turning, he watches her take it in… the rusty cage, the meta...
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Intertwined
“You want me to beg you to let me live?” The words escape her lips so softly that he has to lean in to hear. She collapses onto the floor, and he sinks down next to her. The sobs that had been caught in her chest exploded out, filling the s...
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Shoulda Been Beautiful
The coldness of the concrete floor slowly eats away at the warmth of their bodies. He feels her shiver. Cold? Emotion? Hard to tell, especially for him. He stands suddenly, causing her to jump. “Fuck,” he mutters. He strides out, door thump...
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Writing on the Wall
She holds the metal box close to her, stroking it like she would a puppy. The cold metal feels good underneath her fingers. Staring down at it, she sees her distorted reflection in the surface – tangled hair, smudged face, torn camisole. He’...
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Maybe Cassie
“I don’t think I believe in forever.” The look on his face is as if she’s slapped him, but she just looks at the floor, drawing swirly patterns in the dust with her index finger. “Hey Cassie?” “Adam?” ...
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Directionless
Huh. “I didn’t come after you,” he says. “What?” “Tonight… I wasn’t stalking you. I was… I…” He scuffs his feet, kicking bits of plastic. “Just now, you asked me to kill you…...
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Lock and Key
She reaches out to him cautiously, fingers not quite touching the fabric of his shirt. She slides her other hand underneath her camisole, drawing out a long, silver chain. “This is going to be our secret spot. No one else can know about it but us...
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Reflected
His hand closes over the key, feeling how warm it is. A smile slowly spreads across his face. “I can’t believe you kept this,” he admits. Standing, he glides the key into the padlock, turning it, almost tenderly. The lock opens with a...
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Not Again
She leans towards him, and their lips touch. He wraps his arms around her, drawing her into him, and she feels herself falling into his warmth. “Oh, Cassie,” he says, twining his fingers through her hair. And with that, it’s over. She...
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'Til the Pain Subsides
“What?” he starts to ask, but he knows what she means. She knows, of course. He always hoped she didn’t, but hope only gets you so far. She reads his hesitation as the confession that is is. She can’t look at him. Turning again,...
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Café in The Village
Normally, the walk from her loft to the café in Greenwich Village was invigorating, but now that she was 6 months pregnant, it was exhausting. She sat down craving a café mocha and cigarette, but she was going to be a good girl. At least until the ba...