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Name:
Angela Carlton
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Female 
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Aries
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Married
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Georgia, United States
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27 Oct 2020 19:19
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04 Oct 2020
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Losing Eddie

They called you King Edward. You were King of your ground.  Whether we were lonely, joyful, worn-down, or heartbroken, riding down the highway of life, with a switch of the radio, you could fill days with illusions to match any mood. There were colors spilling from the guitar, swirling into sounds that shook us, wrapped us, the eruption we didn’t expect. You molded our tiny, fragile...

Added 14 Oct 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 58 | 3 Comments

The Light That Was You

You weren’t always a ghost, sometimes a bit distant or “emotionally reserved” as they say, this easy, strong, quiet presence. Six feet tall and suave, you with the crazy wave in your hair, fierce dimples, a hint of gold around your pupils, all of it. You wrapped me. I was a junkie for years before the doctor gave us the diagnosis, that dim one. And so in time, you began to diminish. Mouth...

Added 06 Oct 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 160 | 4 Comments

It's 4 AM

It’s 4 AM. My mother wants to drive. There’s nowhere for us to go, but she wants to tell me about Jesus, the devil, and music. It’s summertime. I don’t get to go to school. She has turned the radio knob up as high as it will go, and the sounds of pianos, guitars, and horns fill the air. My mother used to be a sexy singer in a cocktail lounge before her head got sick, all sour. Now, she...

Added 04 Oct 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 141 | 6 Comments

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acarltoncraft1
Thank you!!! :)
12 days ago
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Welcome to my circle of friends. :)
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