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A Symphony of Synchronicity

Name of Web-Serial: A Symphony of Synchronicity Posting Schedule:  Bi-monthly on the 7th & 22nd Post Minimum: 500 Words Genres: Fantasy w/Shades of Other Genres (See Below) Graphic Elements: Minor Language, Minor Violence Summary: A Symphony of Synchronicity is a contemporary fantasy series comprised

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Unmoving: Chapter Ten

∼∞∼ The sound of the front door slamming rang through the silence like a rifle shot, and I flinched visibly, my reflection wincing back at me. “Hello?” I called. No response. “Is someone there?” It was too quiet. If someone

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Unmoving: Chapter Eleven

∼∞∼ I stumbled as my feet scuffed against the irregular surface of gravel instead of the smooth, wood decking I’d expected. Confused, I looked around. I was standing in the park by the waterfront, staring across the river at the

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Unmoving: Chapter Twelve

∼∞∼ I landed on an unforgiving surface with a bone-jarring thud. As I lay, mentally assessing the damage, I marveled at the lack of pain radiating through me. By all rights, an impact like that should have left me splatted

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Unmoving: Chapter Thirteen

∼∞∼ Young-Derek dumped his armload of papers on the dining-room table and disappeared into the kitchen. I glanced at them briefly — literary analyses of Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Scowling, I turned away, and swept my gaze across the familiar layout I

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Unmoving: Chapter Fourteen

∼∞∼ It was impossible. Stacy couldn’t be the woman I’d run into in the park. Aside from the color of her eyes, her features were all wrong. Delicate, with high cheek bones and soft, full lips, she looked nothing like

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Unmoving: Chapter Fifteen

  ∼∞∼ “Hey, Spud,” Mom said, smiling. I grimaced, but Young-Derek carefully hid his reaction. I’d always hated that nickname, the unfortunate by-product of an overzealous love for french fries when I was a toddler. Or so the story went.

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Unmoving: Chapter Sixteen

∼∞∼ “What? No! No no no. This can’t be happening.” Dad turned away, running both hands through his hair and pulling. Had he always been so melodramatic? I never remembered him that way. But, I suppose, distance had a way

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