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Sensitive: Twenty-Twenty-one

If that moral indignity was not to be in vain, I must reach J'ting.

Petty Thief

Icy as the jewels at her ears, she creased her lip... ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Sensitive: Eighteen-Nineteen

The hull quaked amid a boom like thunder.

Redcliffe Windmill

Glistening motes of chaff drifted on light. ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 98 words

Pack of Lies

A Yuletide Pansy Tale ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 695 words

Sensitive: Sixteen-Seventeen

No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.

The Sadist

Alone, she tried to raise her hand, but the drugs were too strong. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 99 words

Sensitive: Fourteen-Fifteen

Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.

Sensitive: Thirteen

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