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Chapter 1
She stared into the soiled white folds of her pinafore apron. They look like waves, she thought. An ocean of pearly ivory cream, caught in a still photograph. It’d be ...
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Stigma Ch.1
It was like seeing my life in a high-definition movie. Everything magnetized, every detail so clear-cut and precise that it was almost blinding. I was nauseated by the lurid brightness ...
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The Martyr
So my friend wanted me to write something for them off the top of my head, and this is the prompt they gave me: "You're a person in a world ...