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A siren's call

A Siren’s Call

She often wore red ― the color of blood, love, and lust. She was often quiet, though when she was on stage, she would come alive, her voice a soft echo that carried out through An Angel’s Heart, a bar in the middle of nowhere. Nobody came here, though I

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My New Neighbor Might Be Satan

My New Neighbor Might Be Satan

For as far back as I can remember, my family has always lived in and around Innsbrook. This peaceful little suburb outside of Richmond has a lot of history and charm. With a population of less than 10,000, this is a place where you are only a degree or two

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A letter from Dundee lunatic asylum

A Letter From Dundee Lunatic Asylum

First I would like to begin by extending my eternal gratitude to you for reaching out to me with a genuine open mind. So many have come to me after I had ceased in my search for someone who will listen, but all have been naught but seekers of wealth

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Don't look don't listen

Don’t Look, Don’t Listen

While others can find forests unsettling in the dark, I’ve always found that there is something uniquely tranquil about walking through a forest at night. There would be no one but me and the sound of the wind through the trees, the rustling of small animals through the leaf litter

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The stoneman

The Stoneman

There is a statue my family has retained ownership of and cared for during many centuries. Supposedly it is of a great grand relative of some type who helped establish our family’s wealth by forgotten means, and who helped establish the regional government. Whatever entire significance the important figure had

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No one likes the dark

No one likes the dark

“All a skeptic is is someone who hasn’t had an experience yet.” — Jason Hawes“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” — Stephen King Clinking and clanging filled the room, coming from finished plates and drinking glasses. As supper was ending,

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The porcelain mask

The Porcelain Mask

Marcel tightened the last cords on his hiking backpack. He stepped back admiring how neatly he packed the bag. Every year he and a group of friends went on three-day expeditions into the mountains, and this year he couldn’t wait. The fresh air, the peaceful sunrises, and the morning dew

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Thalassophobia Is Not Irrational

Thalassophobia Is Not Irrational

I’m sure you’ve heard of the term “Thalassophobia” before. It’s gained quite a bit of traction here on the internet in the last few years. And for good reason. You see, a phobia is usually used to describe a fear that is irrational or exaggerated in nature. But I can

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A bloodless hunt

A Bloodless Hunt

Charlie Marsh entered his apartment, reviewing the target’s details given by his anonymous employer. Someone put out a hit for the serial killer named Jamie Martin. Charlie gazed at the picture, committing it to memory, a man with dark brown hair, a pale complexion, brown eyes, and a thin body

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I work as a paralegal for a well known religious advocacy group. Something is wrong with the new girl

I work as a paralegal for a well known religious advocacy group. Something is wrong with the new girl.

Have you ever felt someone is trying to blend in a little too much? She first spoke to me when I was riding a bus to work. She was beautiful — tall, fit, late twenties, a pair of beautiful cross shaped earrings, an ankle length white skirt split on the

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A hunter in the dark

A Hunter in the Dark

Gunnar Viermetz, a hunter for a specialized organization, scanned the side door of his reinforced white van. He looked at his contract for details about the animal his bosses wanted him to hunt. It was large, covered in fur, and was killing people. “Helpful.” He mumbled, shaking his head and

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Odor

Odor

It was a brisk morning. Snow still lined the side of the road, sparking under the glare of the sun. “Reminds me of Edward ” I thought to myself, I couldn’t help but to laugh a little.“What’s so funny over there?” My wife says. At the same time, I realized

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Containment

Containment

A coward has many guises, and my bluff; has been called. I’m not a brave man. I slept with a night light on until I was in my twenties. Yet, here I am, Mr. Tough-guy, the first line of defense against forces unknown. Forces that were unknown until we went

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The Haunting Melody

The Haunting Melody

Deep within the dark, foreboding woods, nestled among the gnarled trees and overgrown shrubs, stood the abandoned cabin, shrouded in mystery. Its cracked walls and broken windows bore witness to the passage of time, and its wooden door creaked ominously as if warning intruders to turn back. Rumors of a

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Last night, I snuck past my dad's house. He almost caught me

Last night, I snuck past my dad’s house. He almost caught me

A bit of context: My father left my mother not long after I was born. He was a selfish and incredulous man, driven by his own will and desires. Whether I’m his only child, we don’t know, but we’re sceptical that I’m not. I would visit him as a child

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Humanities 210 Culture in Ireland

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 Dublin Airport via Aer Lingus at five o’clock that morning from Boston, Massachusetts. He was part of a university class

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Submechanophobia A descent into the depths

Submechanophobia- A descent into the depths

A brilliant golden sunset peered over the cliffside, reflecting off the gentle ebb and flow of waves on its side. A dusty, old Volkswagen van chugged along upwards around the bend as its three passengers looked out onto the scenic vista. Thomas, a well-built man and the oldest of the

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A message for all of us

A Message For All Of Us

Samantha again looked at the clock across the room from her desk. Five minutes until five. She figured that she’d get an early start on packing up for the day now and began collecting her things. Phone back in her purse, computer monitor logged out. The usual.“Bye Samantha, have a

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