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Warrior, A Short Story
Black night shielded him from prying eyes as he stole through the village to the temple, heavy club clutched in the sweaty palm of his...
ruthieburrell
Feb 27, 20154 min read


Freed from Perfection
I was 17 and nearing the end of my junior year of high school. As it was every spring, my life was a bit crazy. Basketball season had...
ruthieburrell
Feb 20, 20154 min read
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