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Fog in the Fir Trees
The collection of mountains that make up Oregon's Cascade Range, due west of Portland, have a particular quality. They hold the promise of incredible vistas and secret vantage points. Each…
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Whispers In The Dark
My name is Wess Kellerman and to save time, I will spare you all the agony of reading my whole life story and keep the details of who I am…
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The Boy with the Burned Fingers
It is a strange thing, what fear and ignorance does to the haughty human race. In our own twisted creativity, we desensitize ourselves to our own undoing. And in the…
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Fire and Ice
Fire burns. It's a simple fact of life. Fire burns everything it touches in one way or another. This particular fire was being gulped down the throat of an overweight…
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I’ve Never Woken Up in the Same Place Twice
One morning when I was about eight years old, I woke up and my mother wasn’t my mother. I had never seen the person who addressed me as ‘son’ in…
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The Phone Call
Pay phones have nearly become extinct in this day and age, gone the way of VHS tapes and keeping your dinner to yourself rather than sharing it via social media…
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Southpaw Complex
A couple of months ago, I was wheezing and gasping. Lots of ums and ahs. At one point, I was angering some people. And then there was that incident. The…
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What Story?
I’m a normal high school student. My friends and I make silly YouTube videos, we do our schoolwork (most of it, at least) and we like hanging out with each…
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The Magic Show From Hell
Jasper's POV The clock ticked back and forth above me. It was late in the morning and I fell asleep on my bed watching mindless, late night cartoons leaving the…
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Haggard’s Peak
Folds of grass mounds dipped and rose as we climbed the cliffs. At their peak an old cottage stood, the time of its construction long forgotten. We drove, and had…
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The Amphitheater Tunnels
There are some stories that should never be told. Tales that should never see the light, or reach the eyes of the weak-hearted, innocent, frail. I relate this to you…
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Reminiscence
It was noon, as Private Investigator Wade Anderson was driving through the Scottish countryside, admiring the calm, rural landscape around him. The weather was sunny with not a cloud in…
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Twenty-Fourth
The story I am about to tell will convince many that I am a madman. Others will only feel sympathy and not believe a thing. The tragedies that have transpired…
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The Glass Cabinet
Hyelophobia, also known as the fear of glass. This complicated word is the name of one of the demons that torments me, makes my fingers tremble and makes me want…
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Madness and Mockingbirds
White. That was Jim’s world. The walls were white, the floor was white, the orderlies wore white. It was an upsetting, all-encompassing white which left him feeling a little dizzy.…
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What’s Inside
She's only a little dead. I can feel the warm. The bits inside, for sure, are hot. There was a lot more blood than I expected; more than when I…
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Between the Lilies
She fell in love with the cottage as soon as she saw it. We’d driven for an hour, and, at first, my wife had been the most unsure of us…
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Dreams of Blueish Tears
I found myself having to make a massive effort to be able to see though the dust that sailed through the air. With each tiny sand grain hitting my cornea…
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The Woods Past Dark
It was January 27, 1977. I was on my way home from work in my 1968, half lime green, half rust brown GMC truck. It was lime green when I…
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To Befriend the Diseased
A silver grey car drove me by, allowing water from the newly formed puddle beside the sidewalk to splash up at me. This left my pants soaking wet and the…
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The Man Who Couldn’t See (My Guardian)
He couldn't see, or so I thought. How wrong I was. Nothing seemed wrong when I met him. My parents said it was normal for kids to have imaginary friends,…
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