Tag: FSF
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Rage or Intrigue (4/?)
As I scanned my closet, for what to wear, I reflected on my appreciation to no longer be working in uniform. At how my closet has expanded in the couple of years since I came back. Brighter now than it has ever been. I first picked the pants, sliding each…
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Rage or Intrigue (3/?)
Intrigued. I always had an issue reaching people. Intrigued was often the only thing I could be. I attempted to cut a girl’s finger off with safety scissors in the first grade. I was quickly taken out of school and moved several hours away. Mother always defended me, like nothing…
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Rage or Intrigue (2/?)
Always intrigued, inquisitive, and curious. She walked. Well acquainted with harm but healing, always healing. Like the cats that watched her from the shadowed side passages. Intrigued, inquisitive, curious, but cautious. Her path was the same. As the chill lessened, she grew fond of late January. Fond of its clarity.…
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Rage or Intrigue (1/?) – Fiction Story Friday
04/03 | 4:53am Suspended. Aware but unmoving. I should be dead by now. So why am I still here? I stopped feeling cold long ago. Stopped feeling my lungs expand after my last deep, numbing, breath. I thought if I breathed in, it would stop; if I filled myself with…