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I remember when I first met him, I was dreaming and just coming into my powers. I was no more than six or seven years old and he was twelve or thirteen. The dream was so weird. I was flying through the clouds holding a red cord. The stars were twinkling around me so bright that they almost blinded me. I could feel the wind blowing in my long red hair. The fear I felt as I looked down at the random city lights below me causing me to hold tighter to the cord, pulling it around me. I wanted to call my grandmother, but I didn’t know which one to...
Johnnie Anne and Eula ran across the fairgrounds. They knew the Gypsies were in town with the Carnivale and this was the only time they could get away with having Yaya read their cards. Every year Yaya and her traveling family would come through town and spend a couple of weeks before moving on to the next town. They would buy supplies for their animals and children. Sell their own craft ware at the local Dog Trade Flea Market. The sisters walked around the gypsy camp, passing the stage shows and games. The whole place smelled of fair food b...
She had been here before, but when? How did she get here? She had just laid down to sleep in her room. In her soft, warm bed, and had forgotten to turn off the light. So how did she get here in the woods? She felt as if she was herself yet outside of herself. She could feel her emotion and not hers. Alaya looked around. The sun was setting fast and the forest growing darker with each step the body took. The trail made a crunching sound under her feet as she watched the dark green boots begin to run. She could tell this was not her body...
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Sitting at the table reading. She didn't want to think about where she was and how she got there. Something she will never understand is how either of her parents thought this was a solution for her. Kick her to the curb, homeless. Her three younger brothers never had to do this. They never had to worry if they asked for something if it would cost them a place to sleep that night. Turning the page of her book, she shook the thought from her mind. She didn't want to think about it right now. She was at a shelter. She would be ok. She could de...
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