Tales from the Script's published ficlets
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When Time Stands Still
The clock is ticking, getting louder and louder in your head. You pace the floor, wall to wall, and back again.
You glance a… -
Open my eye's
_Each night I dream of mountains high
That lift me up to touch the sky
To soar carelessly with feathered wings
So near to hea…
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