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Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone–it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed–reigned in–and tethered, synchronized with human needs and wants. But that wasn’t the case, was it? .R. W. Patterson
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You want to show me your wrath? You want to hurt me, so show me. We can take this to the bedroom if you like–the bed might be reduced to kindling, but I’m willing to take that chance. Now fight me, ” he growled aloud, his obsidian eyes narrowing to angry slits. “Show me what you are becoming.R. W. Patterson
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Grief–in all of its agony–burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.R. W. Patterson
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She wanted to freeze the hands of time. Wanted to revisit, revise and rewrite the past…edit out the monsters hell-bent on taking the lives of everyone she loved.R. W. Patterson
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He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into the air like a dove.R. W. Patterson