Category: california
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Ben squinted, following her finger. On the opposing ridge, at least a mile away, stood two silhouettes. They were impossibly tall, dark figures, standing perfectly still against the bright, white backdrop of the fog. They looked like men, but stretched, their limbs too long, their shoulders too broad. They wore no color. They were just……
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She kept walking, following the invisible tether. It led her down the far side of the dune, into a deep hollow, a bowl-shaped depression sheltered from the non-existent wind. And here, the fog was different. It was denser, heavier, and it lay perfectly still, settled in the hollow like water in a basin. It came…
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I was living in a cozy granny unit in Los Osos, a perfect spot for writing and creativity. But my peaceful retreat took a terrifying turn when I discovered I was sharing my home with a mountain lion. From a strange whistling sound in the dark to finding huge paw prints, my life became a…
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A river of night, yet touched by flame, Dark auburn flows, a whispered name. From crown it spills, a rich, deep hue, Where hidden fires glimmer through. Down past the shoulders, a gentle slide, A velvet curtain, where secrets hide. It dances free with every turn, A silent story, lessons learned.
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The house stood stark, a place of fear, Where young years echoed shouts I’d hear. My forts arose, in leafy space, A hidden haven, a safe place. For in the wild, I learned to be, The architect of my own decree.
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By the time I was 12, the choice was often a brutal one: stay and face my mother’s drunken violence, or run. I chose to run. In the wild hills of Los Osos, California, I built secret forts, stocking them with water, food, and a sleeping bag. These weren’t forts for play; they were sanctuaries…
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My home became a canvas tent, By creek water, my strength was spent, And then renewed. The tracks my guide, With nowhere left for me to hide. I’d walk to work in waitress shoes, To fight the lonely, midnight blues.