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Stories by Lauren Elissa Nevil
The Box
It is very late, I hear a faint knock at my door. In my stupor I quietly call out, who's there? No response...
A not so quiet mind
It's never quiet in this place. If you took a record and broke it. Instead of a single thought
replaying. Th...
A dedication to mothersRa
Radiance brighter than the sun, when walking into a room all eyes are on her. Question? Who is she? This lady...