HeyJaredPhoenixica24
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- Sep 13, 2026
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- Jul 5, 2026
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Powerless (opens the original)
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I pulled carefully into the parking lot, letting the car glide up to the only empty pump. Abandoned cars filled most of the rest of the lot, and my heart sank. I didn’t have enough gas to keep going. I didn’t want to abandon my car here and continue on foot. Of course, there was always the risk that someone else had also decided that and just stayed, lurking in the gas station, just waiting for fresh meat to arrive. Fresh meat like me. The lights surrounding the rest area flickered, momentarily
Endings Align (opens the original)
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I glanced in the mirror, suppressing a sigh. Nothing was right. How did you dress for a date–a nice, upscale date, where he was likely to propose–and also dress to break up with him?My guess was most people didn’t even try that combination. I had on a plain, lace-edged white shirt and nice, but comfortable, black pants. Faint touches of silver jewelry shimmered at my wrists, ears, and neck.Giving up, I moved to my vanity and applied the bare minimum–lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner, faint touch o
Gilded Cage (opens the original)
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“One more hour!” My mother trilled as she hurried around, holding her skirt off the ground with one hand, a glass of champagne clutched in the other. She leaned in to hug me. I leaned away. “You must be so excited!”I opened my mouth to say that I am, but she had already moved away to hassle the hairdresser. “Don’t you think that ‘do is a little too plain for such an important day?”“It’s what the bride wished for.” The hairdresser never stopped packing her bag, like she couldn’t wait to flee. I w
Proof of my existence (opens the original)
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Kiara wandered down the sunlit street, golden light filtering through the red and gold foliage arching over her head as she hummed along with the song blaring through her headset. Her steps naturally fell into rhythm, and the passing traffic faded away as her mind danced off into the bright, cool afternoon.She paused just long enough to scoop up Mrs. Sanders’ newspaper, tucking it under her arm as she swung the mailbox open and fished out the rest of the mail. She slammed the mailbox shut and sa
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