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An irregular drumbeat filled the air, a series of staccato thuds that set Anneka’s heart racing. She felt it in her chest, in her mind, caressing her skin, filling her from head to toe, making her body twitch as she swayed to the primal pulse.
It’s Friday, and inkeeping with terrible world events currently transpiring, Chuck Wendig of terribleminds asks us to write about hope. So, simply, this is a story about hope. Hope’s Fire They took it all. Everything we owned. Our land, our homes, our possessions. Heirlooms passed down from mother to daughter and father to son. They took first the things which were tangible. Useful. Our wealth became their greed, and they squandered what… Read More
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