Stories tagged “jane eyre”
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It Used To Be An Acronym
The sun keeps pouring through the window no matter how hard I will it to go away. The rain must have stopped sometime in the night. Do I smell waffles? Waffles mean Wednesday. I roll out of bed. I make my way down the stairs enjoying the aroma as it gr...
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Mermaid Jane
An eruption of bubbles, reflecting John’s silvery blonde hair was left in his smacking hand’s wake. He laughed cruelly as his blow struck Jane’s flushed cheek, and she tumbled to the sand-covered floor, trembling. “How can you t...
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Victorian Prose
I saw a blackened ruin. This ashen earth upon which my feet now tread had, since my departure, lost its former grandeur. Yet, in this place faded glory; I realized that the fears I had once endured now held no promise of returning to me. The darkened ...