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TW: Self harm I remember how cold it was that night. I wished I had brought a thicker jacket, then realized how silly that was. Temperature was one of the few things I could still feel. Love, joy, anger, desire, interest…they’d all gradually faded away. I chose a building in an empty part of the…
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Most of my childhood was spent in the same 20 square miles of forest, somewhere in the Appalachian wilderness. I lived there with my mom in this cabin she claims to have built with her own two hands. I believed her for a while, though now, I’m fairly certain she just found an abandoned cabin…
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We spent most summers at my grandma’s lake house. She’d been asking us to come more frequently since my grandpa died the previous year, but it was hard for my parents to get off work for more than a day or so at a time. The week we’d spend at my grandparents’ was the only…
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TW: Self harm I remember how cold it was that night. I wished I had brought a thicker jacket, then realized how silly that was. Temperature was one of the few things I could still feel. Love, joy, anger, desire, interest…they’d all gradually faded away. I chose a building in an empty part of the…
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Hey! I’m excited to announce one of my short stories will be published through Twisted Dreams Press sometime next year! Keep checking back for updates and find a brief sample of the story below: This was in the early 2000s. A group of marine biologists, myself included, were in the [1] Philippine Sea to study the…
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Amanda always wakes up at 6:30 on the dot. She could probably sleep in another five to 10 minutes, but doesn’t like to rush. She sits up in the bed while her husband, Michael, snoozes away. Sometimes she smiles at him, other times she scowls. Sometimes she doesn’t look at him at all. Either way,…
Tom Maglaqui 