Author: izzy

  • Reflection

    I spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and smiled at the mirror. My reflection smiled back—a big, toothy…

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  • Dear Diary

    Dear Diary, That’s how she always started. Dear Diary. As if she was talking to me. As if I could…

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  • Cold-blooded Murder

    May held the gun to June’s head. An itch deep beneath her skin begged her to pull the trigger, to…

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