“Well, it seems like we’re off to a fairly serious start, huh, Cici,” Sigmund rhetorically questioned Cecilia. “I think you did a pretty...

It is a cold, lonely arena with no hope, no warmth, no dreams; it is a deep abyss of crimson-colored metal stains, rusty firearms which...

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A Write of Passage Written by: Cecilia Belle Samuel S. Seemann sat at his worn, mahogany-tinted wooden desk. It had served his...