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We knew

Darkness. I can't say it was a pleasant experience, but something about the cold wrap of the wind off the water, the moon peering through the cave opening above, was almost comforting in a w

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The gift

I knew it was the last time I'd see him. In his brusque, clench-toothed replies, his furrowed brow, his down-turned chin, I could feel the finality of it all. The train was going to depart i

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The bug

I was walking down the street when I realised, there was a bug in my hair. I noticed it in the most unpleasant manner of reaching to adjust my hat, upon which I shortly discovered the bug, c

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Corruption

Power, one of the many things that can corrupt a person's life. One who has power has nothing, indeed, but the power to make people think that power is real; that power can control their liv

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Forward

Jason felt like a failure. His classmates trying to help him only made it worse - their caressing fingers elongated into thick vines, wrapping around him; their soft words sounded as sirens

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Forward

Jason felt like a failure

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Whisperings

Marta felt it before she saw it - a storm on the horizon, massive and gusting across the fields with its thick grey clouds; she felt it deep in the marrow of her smallest bones, coarsely ing

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The godfather

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The godfather was a cruel and wicked man. His complexion was that of a turnip, a deathly white pallor accented with black-rimmed, sunken eyes, a well-defined chin, and thin, oily black hair

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Mystery in Falor Mansion

A cold howl of wind zipped through the deserted house. It was a harsh, shallow sound, almost a rattling, or perhaps it was more of a thumping - but it was an eerie, haunted sound nonetheless

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the never-ending wait

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I sat in the library cafe, surrounded by nine-year-olds from the school next door, and troubled and disabled kids with thier social workers, waiting for my dad to get off of work. While I wa

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