Month: September 2019

Overviews in the Overstreet

I could feel my toes sticking together, bound by a wet substance. As my heels made their rhythmic thud against the marble floor I knew the wet feeling encapsulating my toes was blood. I tried to forget about the stabbing pain in...

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An empty house filled with people

I stepped out of my car and onto the cement path that wrapped around the house, leading to the front door. The pink and purple hydrangeas lined the side of the walkway, a bright contrast to the dried out lawn. I lifted my hand...

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