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The Round Table.
Photo Credit: Vanessa Barger. The Round Table Traci Kenworth “Scott,” I called from the corridor leading to what used to be an old college campus. The professor’s “staging” area had now been claimed by chairs and a table. “What is it, Dawn?” he asked briskly. I cringed at his tone. Once…
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The Tree of Life.
treeschoolmorguefileclick.com The Tree of Life Traci Kenworth I’d searched for it most of my seventeen years to no avail. To find it here, beside a shack in the middle of nowhere cracked what little was left of my sanity. I fell to my knees before its brittle branches, its snow-covered fields. How could…
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Blogger Award
Seven things about me, hmmm. 1. I love my horror, but the more subtle and less gross versions. Lol. Some favorites are Supernatural and Vampire Diaries. I also read lots of Stephen King, Peter Straub, Christopher Pike, Stephanie Meyer, the list goes on. 2. I also love my comedies. Some favorites are How to Lose…
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Playing on the darkside…
Keithcr at MorgueFile.com Playing on the Darkside Traci Kenworth The beach party noise escalated. A group of us sat around the fire. Cassandre leaned forward and whispered, “Ever hear the legends about this beach?” I shrugged. “Where do you live, Eliza! The history of Rockfield Beach is rich.” “I just don’t pay attention to…
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An Indoor Trip
The Room by trubluboy An Indoor Trip Traci Kenworth The door was locked, or at least, guarded. Blame the school, my parents, my cousin, Walter, for that matter. I hadn’t been out to do anything wrong—even remotely but one whispered word to Natalie and somehow Walter had found out and turned my…
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Revolution. Traci Kenworth.
Mexican Souevinirs by haak78 Revolution Traci Kenworth I lined up the figurines as though they were on a chessboard, their little pointy-tipped hats and hidden faces making them seem no more than Halloween collectables. Welcome to the witches’ playground. I wanted to dance in ecstasy but held myself back. Mustn’t…
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The Suicides by Traci Kenworth.
The Suicides Traci Kenworth I pulled Wade’s jacket around me tighter as I stared out across the lake. The mist was moving in and I shivered. Six years. It had been that long since my sister stood on the bridge directly over from here and took her life. She hadn’t been…
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Rhubarb Hill
kozarevetsstory2bypstoev Rhubarb Hill Traci Kenworth Patty and I coasted to a halt on our bicycles, hers green, mine a sparkling pink. We glanced left then right, neither of us wanting to break the spell, this moment in time. Almost there. Rhubarb Hill stretched before us like a gigantic slide. “Did you…
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Blog Award
Following the Rules… So, here we go, my other beautiful cohort blogger awards go to: Mindy Rebekah Rachel Vanessa Cambria Penny There are four other ladies I’d like to mention though they don’t have blogs that I’m aware of: Kara, Martina, Jenn, and Barbara. All of those above have helped…