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The Rose of Dread Mother
I was 12 years old when I met my mother. We just moved into a new neighborhood. Autumn leaves began to dribble as my dad started to unpack our things.…
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The Bridge Partner
[embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFsmEwuvTHg[/embedyt] A timid housewife is jolted into a fight for her survival or sanity at her weekly bridge club when she think she hears her new partner utter a…
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Reflections of the Majorette
Tap. Tap. Tap. It must be raining. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blaire rolled over. Knock. Damn tree branch. Tap. Tap. Tap. She pushed the blanket off her head and surveyed the…
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Do Not Enter 9 Twin Lakes Road
Personal journal entries of Chris Parker 3/14/2013 – 22:55 Today I arrived at Lakeworth. It was afternoon and I decided to buy enough groceries to last me the weekend. After…
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Missing Time
When I was a boy I used to live in this little town outside Casa Grande, Arizona. Well, when I say small town, what I actually mean is five houses…
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An Open Letter to My Best Friend
You know who you are. I wrote this because you've been complaining recently about how you want to be set free. I decided to post a letter to you here,…
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Swimming Pool
Hunter ducked into the closet before Mrs. Abernathy could catch a glimpse of him. The blackness curled around him, and the clutter of aged textbooks and outdated curriculums made the…
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Amber Alert
“No accountin’ fa taste, I suppose,” the soiled old man blurted into his face as he shuffled past. “Watch it buddy,” Chad responded in turn before receiving the accused end…
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Late Night Metal
Iron. Pure metal. Warm. Wet. Blood. A sharp, intense pain surged through my face as my brain slammed against the unforgiving strength of my skull. As the metallic taste of…
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The Good Father
The car rumbled to a stop in the gravel driveway outside the cathedral. The building itself wasn’t too huge, but it was old. Several hundred years, if the weathering of…
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The Man with Hands that Scream
The playground at Kind Street park was always empty, but I didn’t know why. I’d never played there before, only driven or walked past on my way somewhere else. It…
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A Quiet Friday Evening
It was around half past twelve at night when I stumbled home. I hadn’t really drunk, although most people of my age would have. My friends and I aren’t really…
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Run Across the Desert
A man stands in the desert. His skin is big bright white. Brighter than normal, a sharp sort of glowing white like lit up cellophane. This is the past to…
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Terms and Conditions
It was early January when Jack walked through the large ornate doors of Lucky Sevens Casino and Hotel. It was a cold morning (or what passes for cold in Las…
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The Crooked Room
Call me Bramwell Alden. I can't give you my real name because my prick of a family is too well known. My ancestor William Alden came over on the Mayflower,…
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Cell Extraction
The sting was barely noticeable to Thomas Lee Hart, even the fact that he didn't care at all for needles was no bother to him at this point. His mind…
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Horrors of the Commonwealth
The ground was dry and covered in fallen pine needles, rotting away back into the earth from which they came. The smell of moss and pine was thick, engulfing Cliffs…
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Left Behind
"Inspired by a true event a friend once told me..." When you hear stories of things that go bump into the night. You get that cold shiver that goes down…
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