I Thought I Had Escaped
Looking in the mirror, I am awakening. Have I always needed so much makeup to conceal my eye bags? I am in a haze, and I am off to work, and it is too early in the morning.
Fiction
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Chapter Sixteen- That of Poison and Roses
Careful.
Careful.
Careful.
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Chapter Fifteen- That of Poison and Roses
Red.
Red.
Red.
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Chapter Fourteen- That of Poison and Roses
Patience.
Patience.
Patience.
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Chapter Thirteen- That of Poison and Roses
Laughing.
Laughing.
Laughing.
Casimir Aldridge is laughing in my face.
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Chapter Twelve- That of Poison and Roses
Twelve
Poison.
Poison.
Poison.
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Chapter Eleven- That of Poison and Roses
Eleven
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Welcome to Aldridge Palace, where life is a game, a performance.
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Chapter Ten- That of Poison and Roses
Ten
Ten
Ugly.
Ugly.
Ugly.
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Chapter Nine- That of Poison and Roses
Nine
Grief.
Grief.
Grief.
Yes, I’ll blame it on the grief.
It’s the grief that’s preventing me from feeling hate.
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Chapter Eight- That of Poison and Roses
Eight
Words,
Words,
Words.
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Chapter Seven- That of Poison and Roses
Seven
Everything
Everything
Everything
is a blur.
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The Newest Member (continued)
"Where did I put my nuts?" I cry as the parade of daily dogs rolls by "Where could they possibly be?" Growler trots up to my tree, a concerned look on his face "You lose your marbles, Joey?" "NUTS!