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Happy Writing

This folders is for beautiful short stories--no ugly ones.
  • Daylight

    I randomly wrote this story when I was listening to the Lindsey Stirling/Tyler Ward version of the song Daylight. You figure out what it means.

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The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening