Tag Archives: Rusty Writing

Rushed

Shuffling papers, strewn all about the desk. It would take a while before anything came together, but a while was not an option. They had to be organized, and organized NOW. Maybe though, if he picked just one up… one … Continue reading

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Solid Ground

The air felt heavier in my lungs at night, like I was breathing in a bog. Even though it had been only two months since life had become like this, I still felt myself doubling over, unadjusted to the change … Continue reading

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