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Average Rating:
8.97

Blue Light

A bomb went off in the city. It happened on Monday. Today is Thursday. My dad was there. He hasn’t come back yet. I’ve been sitting at the window every day waiting for him to come ...
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Average Rating:
8.73

Foreverness

Eliza was in her bed upstairs. Mother cleaned her up. She made her look very pretty. Like sheΚΌs sleeping. I donΚΌt know why we didnΚΌt expect this to happen. Not because of the way she was ...
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The Awful Thing We Did to Eliza
Average Rating:
8.38

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 he was a baby. Eliza and ...
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The Reunion
Average Rating:
7.25

The Reunion

Pistachio nuts littered the thin blue vinyl covering of the table. Salt and dust collected on the pads of Brendan’s fingers. He cracked each nut with excessive force, letting the splintered shells fall idly from his ...
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The Wendigo
Average Rating:
7.11

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 night before. Even if it was ...
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The Moors
Average Rating:
6.29

The Moors

The soggy heathland hugged itself underneath a dome sky. Tracts of mire lay sunken in some places, valleys of soft earth unable to withstand the oppressive atmosphere above it, while other acres were crumpled against the ...
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Zero Sum
Average Rating:
5.6

Zero Sum

The vault is open. Fisch has some flash bangs he snagged from when he was in special forces. He tosses one through the open door. We cover our ears. Inside, civilians are sprawled out on the ...
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The Storm Cellar
Average Rating:
4.69

The Storm Cellar

The storm door clacked against its frame without rhythm. Chickens scuttered through the dirt, clucking restlessly. The clouds had sunk low over the farmhouse. They smothered the earth, draining the red shutters and dirty white house ...
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