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Written By: C.M. Molina By flowers A corpse was there tangled up in a tree's branches

Written By: Ian Berling The storm had come in from the North and worked the ocean into a frothing, foaming cauldron ready to boil over at any moment.

Written By: John Grey Seven crows on a tree branch, seven monks with keen eyes and bowed heads, seven undertakers in wind-blown black coats.

Written By: John Grey The woman in the room blurts out  how much she misses me. But the man has nothing to say. He barely knows who I am.

Written By: John Grey Even this far north, I would rather the winds came from even farther north.

Written By: Allison Hummel “Shut the curtains, Nella, it hurts.” Camille shifted on the sofa and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Her hand trembled slightly, resting against her sternum.