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I met Jared two years ago at a coffee shop near Imperial Beach. He was the guitarist for some indie band at the time and you know how some girls have a thing for...

On the Thanksgiving morning of her nineteenth year, Lucinda took those first blessed steps onto the ledge of the train’s platform, hands trembling from the biting November air. Misty fog gathered at her exposed...

Storm: By Sabrina Hunter, CW Her head was the lightning filled sky. Anxiety and thunder coursing through her veins, Blood substituted by sadness, The fast beating of her heart as scattered as the rain, Trembling hands echoed the waves...