As he emerged from the birth canal, the warm air from the delivery room heater took him in his embrace.

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Foundational texts in horsemanship and horsecareship.

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The kingdom is in disarray. It has been for years, it is said.

There is a girl. There always is. In every story, standing afar.

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Click ‘Start Journey’ to receive audio instructions.

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The air was still. A silver valley, padded with snow.

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The clouds swirled over the perfect blue of the seas.

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There is a void at the end of the garden. Both gardens, to be exact.

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The last paint strokes were laid on paper by Rit’s brush before climbing the corporate building.

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A girl cannot stop herself from evolving. She must fight, a brutal and bloody battle for her beauty.

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A shimmering needle clasped between the calluses of a left pointer finger and thumb. A single cohesive release.

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Dizzy in a vacuum, he felt the silence sting his skin, hearing nothing of his surroundings.

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The monochrome photograph of three boys the little girl had never heard of before sat in the dining room on top of the white lace table runner.

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Why the ever-present risk of their precious television tumbling to its doom didn’t bother his grandparents, Cyrus would never know.

The vegetable tan makes for a nice patina—the only problem is that extra month it takes to get a real film.

Faced with the void, I wish for only one thing.

“If I can be nothing else, let me be free.”

A horrible storm hit just as school ended, which is why I'm stuck alone at the bus stop in the rain. I just said goodbye and waved to Lenore.

Hello! Welcome to Myitowne. I’ll be your guide; I’ll make sure you don’t get lost in the rich natural environment that we maintain here.

With his head down and his legs crossed, Ermler sat on the three-legged stool under the blue water bucket.

Do you remember Halloween, 2008? I told you I wanted to be a pirate.