fiction
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part IX
The sanctuary had become a prison. What little refuge Eliot and Ida had found within its walls was quickly crumbling under the relentless pursuit of the Forgotten. The air grew heavy with their presence, suffocating, as if the atmosphere itself… Continue reading
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The Enlightenment Of Olivia
In the Pipitone household, chaos was a way of life. On this particular Thursday morning, however, the energy had reached a new high—a frantic, disorganized whirlwind that even the most seasoned tornadoes would envy. Nick was frantically searching for his… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VIII
The Void felt heavier tonight as if the weight of all the lost souls pressed down on Eliot’s chest. The sanctuary, once a place of fragile safety, now seemed more like a prison, its walls too close, its shadows too… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VII
The Void was endless, twisting and warping like a nightmare come to life. Buildings flickered in and out of existence, their shapes shifting every time Eliot blinked. Shadows danced in the corners of his vision, slipping away before he could… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VI
As Eliot walked deeper into this twisted version of his world, faint traces of Ida emerged from the darkness. At first, it was a barely noticeable detail—a piece of blue fabric fluttering on the sidewalk ahead. His heart skipped a… Continue reading
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The Influencer’s Reflection
Chloe stepped into the House of Mirrors with her usual swagger, phone in hand, ready to capture the perfect shot for her Instagram feed. It was the last stop on her carnival tour, the one place she hadn’t yet immortalized… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part V
The message had been simple, but it chilled Eliot to the bone: “The mirror.” He hadn’t slept since receiving it, his mind spiraling into dark places as he tried to understand what it could mean. Now, standing on a narrow,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part IV
The winter night pressed in on Philadelphia, thick and suffocating, as Eliot made his way down the icy streets, hands buried deep in his coat pockets. His breath came out in uneven clouds, hanging in the cold air before dissolving… Continue reading
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When Heaven Burns
The day the fire came, I was standing on the porch of my creaky old house in Cedar Ridge, Tennessee, sipping coffee from a chipped mug. It was the kind of morning where the mist hung low over the fields,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III
Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading



