Excerpt
Rebirth
The pounding on my door was rushed and desperate. I let out a deep sigh, finished off my wine glass and opened the door to my sisters. They were carrying a limp man, on holding his feet and one his arms. I stepped to the side and let them in. They shuffled in and dropped him on the living room floor. I flinched seeing his head bounce on the carpet. “There had to be a better way to do that,” I said.
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The Forest of the Forgotten
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By Parsley Rose 7 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
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The Forest of the Forgotten
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In This Memory
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By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Fiction
The Call That Split Me
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