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Walburton Park
Curtis held on to an unfulfilled joy for exploring. The prospect of discovering new places always enthralled him, and often, whether he was just lazing around at home, slacking off…
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The Unanswered Doorbell: A Halloween Nightmare
The sound of the doorbell echoed through my empty house like a banshee's wail. It was Halloween night, and I was alone. Not by choice, but because it was my…
Read NowThe Church Cellar
In the small town of Stull, Kansas, there once stood an old one room chapel on top of a hill, surrounded by graves. Beside the church was a cellar that…
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A Germaphobe’s First Love
Erica hated the lack of hygiene. Erica absolutely despised unhygienic people. Just thinking about the slightest chance of her physically touching a “dirty” person chilled her spine. She refused to…
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My Strange Ability
I had been friends on Facebook with a girl for many years. We hardly talked but it was always fun to see her content. Her posts would center around her…
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My Sister Loves Minions
My sister loves minions. The yellow, banana-eating, overall-wearing, big-eyed things from a family movie called Despicable Me? Yep... that's the kind. The things you see middle-aged women post memes on…
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Tappy Crow: The Calling of the Crows
The glare of the computer screen was the only light shining throughout the dimly lit room. Besides the sounds of quick, mechanical, keyboard clicking and an occasional finger tapping on…
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A Funny Thing Happened
There was no doubt – my mouth had moved a centimeter to the left overnight. I check between reflection and picture before accepting the impossible. “Hitler, you gotta see this,”…
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I Think I’m Being Followed
My name's Abigail Stitcher. I'm 15 years old, and I think I'm being followed. You see, I live in a relatively small town, with a population of 1,476 or so.…
Read NowThe Absence of Conflict
The teacher strode across the front of the room, looking out at her class. "And so with the invention of Concordance 5 true peace finally enveloped the world," she said…
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Dying Light
During that uncanny hour when night and day become one, shadows crawl throughout the house searching for scraps of light to feast upon. The candle burning at my side casts…
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Smoke & Mirrors
Liam looked down, shaking as he glared at the blood encrusted on his hands. It was not his own. The infernos of the destruction before him were nailed into his…
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Why I Hate Scarecrows
I hate scarecrows. I have ever since I was little. I found something about the dolls stuffed with straw unsettling. I remember my parents tried to help me get over…
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Humanities 210: Culture in Ireland
Hank walked through the grounds of Cluain Mhic Nóis, trying to enjoy the beauty of the monastery's ruins despite having been up for over 24 hours. Hank had flown into…
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When Catfishing Goes Bad
My cousin Patrick was murdered a few months ago. Yeah, Patrick was weird and self-absorbed, but at the end of the day, he was only twenty-four. I didn't know much…
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Paranoid Claire
The rusty black Sedan crept along the road opposite Claire, moving at under 10 mph. Claire stopped walking and pretended to check her phone while ignoring her shaking hand and…
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Hell’s Landlord
It is 1894. Fog hangs heavy on this cold, still, San Francisco night. Madame Grace, a young woman of African descent, stands before the door of a dark, three-story, Victorian-style…
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