short-story
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The Sisters of Caldwell Street
At the very end of Caldwell Street in Piqua, Ohio, stood a grand old house painted a deep, mysterious midnight blue. Its steep mansard roof rose proudly into the sky, and its dormer windows peeked out like curious eyes watching… Continue reading
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✨ THE DAY MY CURLS FILED A COMPLAINT AND QUIT ✨
My hair has officially entered its villain era. Apparently, being stuck in a hospital bed for several days was all it needed to say, “You know what? I’m done,” pack its little follicle suitcase, and abandon every ounce of dignity… Continue reading