I crawl. Thirsty. Bitter. So bitter, but I must eat them. The things that grow. They came here in a recent time. The growths are bright. They have a neck, and there is a ball on top of that neck, and one two three four five six seven round fans […]
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Gunnar Viermetz, a hunter for a specialized organization, scanned the side door of his reinforced white van. He looked at his contract for details about the animal his bosses wanted him to hunt. It was large, covered in fur, and was killing people. âHelpful.â He mumbled, shaking his head and
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Everybodyâs got a story. I donât believe in ghosts but if you ever asked me if Iâd been somewhere haunted, this is the story Iâd tell. Down the road I lived on as a kid, there was an old dilapidated house. It was small and the yard was always overgrown
âSomeone has taken their love of fear one step too far.â Don LaFontaineâs iconic voice emitted from the television set. I ran over to the TV cabinet, nearly knocking over the Christmas tree that Ryan was decorating. âHey! Easy tiger,â he said as he adjusted his Santa hat. âWeâre gonna
I know they say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year, but for me it’s Halloween. I deck the hall with cobwebs and fake spiders. It’s just such a special time. Autumn is here and the leaves are beginning to fall. It’s a time for dressing up and
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Little Johnny got a fudge pop laced with razors. Susan got an orange pop filled with hydrochloric acid. Billy got Dip N’ Dots dipped in fire ant poison. 97 more to go. A new park everyday; new deaths every night. He was careful, always making false leads, always covering his
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Two whiskey sours, one Old-Fashioned, and a Madras. Whereâs the cranberry juice? Iâll have to cut up another orange. I canât find a sugar cube; I wonder if Mr. George will notice it missing. Be very careful about which whiskey sour gets the antifreeze. Add extra lemon juice to that
I never wanted to go on that stupid hike in the first place. Yet there I was, allegedly enjoying nature and getting healthy exercise while hiking from âcabin to cabinâ in the Norwegian mountains with the devil spawn otherwise known as my class. Woohoo, right? For a misanthropic misfit like myself, it was a nightmare. Within half an hour of walking on the uneven path over the heather, I was at the back of the group.
âThank you for calling the law offices of Mr. Henry S. Murray, how may we be of service?â The blonde woman in her mid-20s impatiently tapped a pencilâs eraser on the desk as she answered the phone. She sat with her legs crossed neatly behind a solid-oak desk in the
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