The floor was vibrating. The walls shook, pathetically trying to withstand the shifting below the foundations of the apartment complex. The television fell over, coughing up shards of glass in it’s last breath. I cursed all the money wasted, calculating the price of the setback in my head. Outside my […]
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It was 9:30 P.M on a Sunday night and I had only just left work. There was a mountain of paperwork sat at my desk that had to be completed for Monday morning, but I knew that it couldn’t be done. I’d already given up my entire weekend, so it
It had started in the farthest corner of my apartment; first as only the slightest hint of coppery red, before oozing from the ceiling and down the wall. I stumbled towards it, tripping over a laundry hamper and knocking it to the floor. It was funny looking, really. Against the
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A thousand miles away, there is an attic. No one knows about the attic, for a very good reason. If you were to stand outside the building the attic is in, you’d be hard pressed to find the courage to enter the crumbling, ragged building. Outside, on a plaque that’s
I’ve always had trouble sleeping at night. Noises have disturbed me my whole life. I found out years ago that I have hypersensitive hearing, picking up all sorts of background noises. They couldn’t fix it; only recommend the obvious techniques to mask the problem. Not that I hadn’t tried these
Janie awoke with a start, jerking out of her nightmare back into reality. She looked about her room reassuring herself with its familiarity. The feel of the cotton sheets that she had washed till they were as soft as silk, the scratchy blanket her grandmother had given her for her
Hello. I have just escaped death, and from what I can tell I am one of three to do so at this point in time. I have had to re-live one year of my life in order to do so, thanks to The Teacher. You see, I was dying. I
Poem of fractured mind Doctors and nurses digging through my head Stitching through psyche like needle through thread Picking through all of the places in mind Searching for something that they’ll never find Looking for feelings and workings and cures They think they can help me… But they can’t, I
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“Take a seat John. Why don’t you tell us what happened from the beginning?” The detective motioned you towards the chair with a hand gesture accompanied by his harrowing eyes. “I-I-I I don’t remember…” “Well how about you have a sip of water, take a deep breath and make yourself
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That woman over there, in the corner of the room, is really a terrific tease. I don’t even think she means to be, but I’ve simply never encountered anyone like her. She’s got this breezy, powder-blue sundress on, and stylish ankle-strap sandals on her pedicured feet. A girl as pretty
I’m not sure why I’m writing this. There’s a large chance that this won’t even be real to you. Of course it’s real to me, but then again, my definition of the word “real” has never been cloudier. Despite the potential waste of time, I am where I am in
As of late, I’m losing more and more sleep each night. I stay up at night, watching the windows, knife in hand. Not much good it’ll do if that thing is real… I guess I should start from the beginning, shouldn’t I? It started about a month or two ago
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I forgot who I was for a moment. My memory burnt out before flashing back in an instant. The bloodied knife in my hand and the body on the wet Manhattan concrete in front of me was real. I dropped the knife. I don’t think there was anyone watching, it
Well, here goes. I guess you could call this my last will, although that isn’t really what it is. I’d say it’s more of a confession than anything, but honestly I‘m not really even sure if what I am writing is true or not. I grew up as a normal
It was your average evening. The normally blue skies were turning a pale orange as the sun set, the evening breeze was rolling in, making everything a bit more relaxed and a little less hot. It was my last day of summer vacation in Florida, and I have to say
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I was a temporary project director for Bethesda’s game development department for a short period of time during the launch of their fourth installment to The Elder Scrolls saga, Oblivion. From early 2004 until its release in the spring of 2006, my team and I were responsible for quest story-boarding
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Last year I spent six months participating in what I was told was a psychological experiment. I found an ad in my local paper looking for imaginative people looking to make good money, and since it was the only ad that week that I was remotely qualified for, I gave
He liked to volunteer in the psych ward of his local hospital. His real job was as a stockbroker, but the stresses got to him sometimes and he needed an outlet. In the past he’d turned to booze to relieve the pressure, but that had taken him to places he
I watched the blood as it trickled across the slick wooden floor, as it began to hide under the furniture, as it began to spread and draw closer to me, inch by inch… I was always a curious man… Was it wrong to peek? I thought not. Maybe I had
“Therefore the force, secrecy and power, in what manner the sacred names of spirits are truly and rightly found out, consisteth in the disposing of the vowels, which do make the name of a spirit, and wherewith is constituted the true name and right word.” -HENRY CORNELIUS AGRIPPA The Divide
I woke up to the all-too familiar beeping of my alarm clock on my night table. I made the mistake of staying up till 4:00am the night before, so the only thing in the world that I wanted was to just stay in bed and sleep. But it was a
You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started. It was right after moving to the new house. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young. So innocent. So unsuspecting. The new house was beautiful, Mom. Do you remember how I used to run from room
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The first time it happened, I thought I was dead. There I was lying under the hot water of my hotel room’s shower. My thoughts and concerns raced through my head. I was overwhelmed by the feelings of fear and a certain peril in my future. Breathing deeply I tried
“Lucy said I wouldn’t even make it to the front door,” I mumbled as I retrieved my sleeping bag and flashlight from the back seat of my car. “Well I’m here now, I’ll stay here ‘til morning, and I’ll be at her house bright and early to pick up my
