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  • Action/Adventure Short Stories Re: The Blood Game

    1. “Hello?” “Hi mom...” I whispered into the telephone as Trixie slept on the floor of the hotel room. “Oh, hi Mason! How are you?” “Not so good, mom. Do ...

    Jun 9, 2008


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening