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Emblazon

Clock in, clock out—that about summed up my workdays, since I lost track of everything else that occurred in between. Historians claimed Read More

June, It’s Me

They sped a derelict car through a bleak road entangled by perched autumn trees, limp branches reminding them of their dejection—dangling for Read More

Move On, Irene

To Ivan, time stood still. A calm surged through his blood and bones, vanquishing physical pains, while his emotions remained. Unable to Read More

Perfect Match

Dr. Khan tapped a pen on his desk before planting his feet on the hardwood floor. I expected him to appear concerned, Read More