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Stories by Alyssa
Bleed Happy
The moonlight shone through the filthy window. She gripped the blanket so tight her knuckles turned white. Sh...
The Eccentric One Never Sleeps
“Where are you from?” I asked casually.
She thought for a moment. “I don’t remember,” she said finally.
“You…...
Stolen Streets
Why was I leaving? Where I lived had never exactly been considered home for me. I had always been itching to...