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Gone Too Soon, But Not Gone Forever

My step-sister was killed by a drunk driver when I was twelve years old.   My brother and I were standing in the kitchen making blueberry Eggo waffles.  The doorbell rings.  It was so very early in the morning one could only guess who it might be.  As I made my way toward the front door I was intercepted by my step-father; "Wait in the kitchen." he said. I watched him walk down the hall.  He ... Read the Post

I looked down and the Coke and gasped.  The bottle said, "Share a Coke with Jennifer."  The look of shock on Stephanies' face and the subsequent tears told me this wasn't premeditated.  She had just grabbed the drinks and didn't even notice.  But I did, and so did my step-sister apparently who put my fears to rest that she would in fact be at my wedding.

Psychic and Psycho: One vowel. Big difference

Arle was not your average reader.  No, no, quite the contrary.  I am certain she was possessed.  If she was simply crazy,  I'd have had no issue with our encounter.  As I am not afraid of crazy, as a matter of fact, I am well adept at dealing with it and have a soft spot for it. As I stood across from her in her decrepit Lower East Side apartment, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. "Why ... Read the Post

I was furious, my head was about to blow clear of my shoulders.  Arle looked up at me with a blank stare, utterly confused as to why I wasn't frightened of her.  If she had used her gifts she would have seen that I suffer from irrational fears, not rational ones, so while a giant elevator might send me screaming into the night, demon possession did nothing.  But ripping my vintage Chanel would set me off into a apocalyptic explosion the world has never seen.