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I’ve Always Hated Dolls
Everyone has their fears, whether they are rational or irrational. Mine has always been dolls. Not all dolls, mainly just the ones that are a bit too human. I think…
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I’ve Been Stuck in School Detention for Three Years
Part 1 It was stupid and immature. I'll be the first to admit that. But it's not like I killed anyone. And if you want to try to understand things…
Read NowLíta á Bak
You may remember hearing about it on the news, but in July of 2008, there was a string of missing person cases out of the University District in Seattle. Twelve…
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The God In The Gutter
I was four years old the first time I saw the God in the Gutter. The memory didn’t form until my mother mentioned that one summer I started shrieking while…
Read NowThere are Cruel and Fearsome Things That Prowl the Open Ocean
Mankind believe themselves to have escaped the horrors that preyed on them in bygone ages. Perhaps we are right. Mostly. The torch of scientific progress kindled by Newton and his…
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I was Hired for the Weekend Nights Charge Nurse Position. It Came with a Strange Set of Rules.
I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever…
Read NowAt Any Price
Fame. Who doesn't want it? Maybe some people prefer to stay out of the limelight, but not me. I crave being famous, seek it, fantasize about it endlessly. I can't…
Read NowGuests In Our Home
I love how my Grandfather is always around to keep me company. On days that my Mom isn't around, Grandpa is always nearby to comfort me. I sit on his…
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Death Stamp
How you’ll die is written on your forearm. Don’t look now; you can’t see it; but it’s there. I can see it. It’s horizontal. Big and bold. Always black. Oh,…
Read NowLullaby Rock: A Candle Cove Memoir
Just a little, in the right kind of way, kids enjoy being scared. They don't find loud and horrific things fun, but if something gives off a vibe of the…
Read NowDown The Stairs
Winter had arrived again, but this winter was different than the others. This winter, my aunt and uncle decided to go on a ski trip, leaving their house for me…
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The Doors of Stone
The elevator rumbled and shook as it descended. I could hear the massive gears grinding into place as they lowered the cage-like box deeper into the earth. I felt my…
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Wildling Fever
Gorrup Longstorm hated that smell and he thanked the heavenly bodies that he only had to deal with its attack on his olfactory senses once every ten years. When he…
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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…
Read NowYmir’s Get
The first sign of trouble had been the night before it started in earnest. Sarah had been talking to Rebecca, that’s her sister, even though it had gotten rather late.…
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Eternal Woman
In the middle of the dazed garden stands this four-storied cadaver of a building. Years ago, it was home to many residents: a couple of families, a few students and…
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Let’s All Go To the Carnival
“How did you hear about this place?” My voice broke the long-established silence, a silence that had been building since we snuck out of our houses. It was almost like…
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I Never Should Have Cured My Tinnitus
Tinnitus: a nightmare of a disease affecting millions of people, myself included. How could I best describe this condition? An incessant, nail on a chalkboard screeching that goes on for…
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Six Pretty Petals
I woke up that Saturday morning to an unexpected breeze, cool and pleasant, against my cheek. I kept a fan on myself while I slept during the warmer seasons, but…
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