Stories tagged “Headlights”
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The Last Chance
It was raining. Emma had always believed that God was in the rain. But not tonight. She ran on through the forest, her bare feet slapping through puddles and over stones that cut her soles to shreds. Her red hair was plastered to her scalp and her clot...
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Sarcasm, My Dear
Sarcasm, my dear. That’s all that was. Deer in the headlights, my dear. My sweet, simple, know-it-all. I could break you down like a gingerbread house, and enjoy it to. But I’m simply Not a simpleton, Like you.