Steller’s Weekly
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Cartwheels rattled and shook over untrodden lands of desolate waste. The ground lay barren of rocks and small pebbles. No grass grew here, and the trees were black and leafless. The carriages lurch back and forth over every rock and rubble. Over forty carts move as a channel carrying refugees of fallen kingdom. Famine had…
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“You know…I didn’t need your hug,” Louis said. He stood at Julia’s desk the day after almost hitting a little girl, alone in a busy intersection near work, a kitchen store in Baltimore. He no longer wanted to think about the girl being alone or what would have happened if his truck crashed into her.…
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The pit, at first, could not rightly be classified as a pit, but more of a hole. It appeared one day in the center of the town square. It was roughly the depth and diameter of a bucket that a child might build sandcastles at the beach with. It was also curious for its uniformity.…
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