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Yellow Ledbetter
The land beyond the bridge had been in my family for generations, forty-four acres of farmland. My father was as rooted to it as the oak tree in our front…
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Something Strange is Going On at Camp Oakwood
Part 1 WORK AT CAMP OAKWOOD! LOOKING FOR MAINTENANCE STAFF! NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED! The ad stuck out like a sore thumb on the wall at a coffee shop I frequented.…
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Maggots In My Mind
It was a gloomy yet peaceful night as I searched my mind for inspiration. Unable to think properly, I lazily put my elbow on the table and leaned on my…
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There’s a Giant Person in the Sky
I think I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Everything was fine until I walked out of work this afternoon. Dan, my cube-mate, and I were walking out of the building talking…
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The Watcher
I got fired today. I can't fault my boss for it. He called me in for the monthly review, just like every month, and asked me to show him what…
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The White Wolf of London Street
Zorakuba wasn’t your average 17-year-old boy. He was odd, very odd, in both his appearance and personality. He was short, slightly thin, and had extremely pale skin which was understandable…
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It Escaped, I’m So Sorry
Breakfast today consisted of three apples, a bowl of oatmeal without milk, two slices of toast smothered in butter, and a glass of orange juice. I set them all on…
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My Daughter is Dying
Tina was a good baby. Ever since she was born, other mothers watched us with envious, longing faces. She was so quiet and peaceful. She was a good sleeper and…
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They’re Not Coming, They’re Already Here
“THEY'RE NOT COMING, THEY'RE ALREADY HERE.” That’s all the email said. No subject, no name, and the email account was clearly a junk or throwaway account linked to AOL mail.…
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The Fog Has Eyes
Part 1 A man sees his son as a reflection of himself. Creating his son is a way to validate what kind of man the father is and what he…
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My Grandmother Was Murdered For a Tea Set
“I want to go to Zelotes.” It was tradition. Ever since my grandmother’s vision got too bad for her to drive, every Sunday I’d take her downtown for whatever shopping…
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You Can’t Trust Everyone
November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. I’m not really sure how to properly start these types of stories, but, I’m going to try to get to the point as fast as…
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An Anthology: Alphabetically Organized
A is for Astronaut Very rarely did something ever come into view of the International Space Station that wasn’t Earth. There was considerable surprise when, hovering just beyond the reach…
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The Lucky One
Any mother who has more than one child will admit-if she’s honest-that she has one child who worries her more than the others. This has nothing to do with love,…
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The Wendigo
I’m hungry. I don’t usually wake up hungry. Usually a post-sleep panic grips my stomach and doesn’t let go for two or three hours. Five if I was drinking the…
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Won’t You Share With Me?
They told me I was lucky to survive the car crash. As if my life was really worth living in that condition. I was headed home from cheerleading practice that…
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She’s Waiting in the Reflection
I wasn’t always alone. I used to have friends. Four or five, at least. Good friends, I mean, actual friends, the kind who matter to your life. I’m pretty sure…
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Would You Like to Feed the Birds?
I had always loved this one cemetery ever since I was a little girl. Not only were the grounds beautiful, but the cemetery itself was absolutely massive. I always imagined…
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Never Meet your Number Neighbor
Has anyone else seen the post yet? The guy messages someone whose phone number is identical to his apart from the last digit, which is either one number up or…
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The Awful Thing We Did to Eliza
Dad said a man was coming from the city to photograph us tomorrow. I never had a photograph taken of me before. My parents had one taken with James when…
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