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writingismylife

Short Stories

  • A Twisted Rose

    A Twisted Rose Prologue I sit here, the blank white walls that encompass me become a canvas for my sorrow. I feel so lonely. How long has it been ...

    • Short Story
    • Horror
    31 min read


“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson