Flash Fiction

Centaur

  I am sitting at my desk again. The safest point in the world. I stare at the acacia tree behind the window from the

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Hiddenly

Hiding in every nook and cranny of our home allows me to discover things that others know nothing about nor want me to know. Under

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Mafiha

The court’s hallways were crowded. The doors and walls were covered with the desolation color, the dirty gray color! The faces all appeared weary and

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