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2WP Migration #hidden & #room
At the end of the stairs lies a #hidden#room. No one can see it but me. Mummy says it’s just a closet, but what sort of closet goes so deep into the forest? What sort of closet holds such fantastic and dangerous creatures? Last time I went in, I was nearly eaten.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/15/22
2WP Migration #knowing & #stories
The morning was mild, perfectly ordinary in every respect. The children woke up, ate their breakfast, and dressed for school as they had on countless other mornings. They had no way of #knowing their names and faces would run in newspaper #stories for years to come.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/14/22
2WP Migration #time & #friend
“#Time is no one’s #friend,” she said, her voice distant.
“You’re too young to know that,” her companion replied.
She thought back over the centuries of her life, the rise and fall of empires and kings, each so certain of their own immortality; all now dust.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/13/22
2WP Migration #abandon & #journey
The scruffy fox lay #abandoned in the street, its plastic eyes shining in the mid-morning sun. A late alarm clock and a rushed morning had jostled him from his pink rainbow pocket on the #journey to school. He called out, his frantic voice lost on the autumn wind.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/13/22
2WP Migration #someone & #love
Wind swirled dry leaves around the crumbling stone cross. She traced faded letters with chilled fingertips, worn so smooth they were unreadable. #Someone had #loved this person deeply. She closed her eyes against ghostly visions of mourners lingering at the grave.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/12/22
2WP Migration #dream & #return
He slipped back into the #dream as soon as his head settled into his pillow. The forest rose around him, comforting scents of damp and pine thick in the air. He trod familiar paths, reaching the tree line at dawn. Far below the sleepy village awaited his #return.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/12/22
2WP Migration #light & #backyard
Shadows grew long and indistinct as day faded into night. Strings of #light lit evening patios as neighbours readied the #backyard parties that linked the block in common cause. Tonight they would share rations and laughter; tomorrow they would take back their town.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/11/22
2WP Migration #sly & #oath
A #sly smile crossed her face quick as a shadow, gone before he was sure he’d seen it. The guards turned, escorting her down the darkened hallway. It wasn’t over. She’d sworn an #oath of revenge, and she meant to have it. And until she did no walls could hold her.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/11/22
2WP Migration #curse & #crew
Moonlight shines down upon the drifting ship, floating cobwebs clinging to the mast. The #cursed#crew shuffle along the deck, eyes locked on some distant memory. The ship tilts, caught in the grip of a whirlpool.
“Time to get out of the bath, Timmy,” Mother calls.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/10/22
Infinite Monkey Theorem 