The Hollow Eyes
The memories from which I write and record in the diary are strained, at best. Frequent attempts of the doctors to convince…
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I remember when I was about eight years old I had an imaginary friend. I never saw it, I only talked to…
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I Suffer From Short-Term Memory Loss
I suffer from short term memory loss, or at least I think I do. See, STML isn't exactly how it’s portrayed in…
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The Dancing Tramp
The pungent smell of disinfectant. A corridor lit a brilliant white by the LED lights overhead. Men in drab white garbs rushing…
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Normal Workplace Behavior
“You can’t say you’ve lived until you’re dead.” That’s what my father said to me. Before blowing his brains out with a…
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Promise of a Lifetime
The man had grown old in the lap of luxury. In a society full of new idealism and fresh new inventions he…
Read NowBog of Whispers
My first twelve years of school had finally come to an end. Senior year, with its numerous college, federal financial aid, and…
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The Lake Burton Story
I live in the northern half of Georgia, which to those who are unaware, is full of hill country and mountains. The…
Read NowClockworks
I had a knack for fixing things. Trinkets, houses, and buildings, anything that needed fixing in my miniscule town. It wasn't very…
Read NowI Lived To Tell The Tale
Okay, I need to calm down for a second. I just burst in my front door not long after the most terrifying…
Read NowBlue Light Special
Like many couples, we too enjoyed partaking in the night frolics and witching hour adventures (as she and I called them). Simple…
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In high school I had a few peculiar jobs, I did things from measuring the depth of a local lake to cleaning…
Read NowRevenant: Ethan
Despite the frost on the windows or the biting chill in the air, Ethan still refused to adorn his heavy coat. After…
Read NowWashington’s Inconceivable
Let me begin by stating that I have always had a fascination with nature and its creatures. Even at a young age,…
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The First Night of Christmas is for Special People
My weakness was always power. I don’t mean that in an inspirational way you might find in fairy tales or The Children’s Book…
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The Black Door: A Tale of Personal Phobia
I never liked doors. There was always something about doors that freaked me out. When they were open, I felt exposed. When…
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It’s All in Your Head
Everybody's been looking for her. Haley, my fiancée has been missing for over three weeks now, and I'm beginning to think the…
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Plastic Faces
It’s called ‘Capgras Delusion’—the psychiatric disorder, assailed by which a person will firmly believe that someone close to them is in fact…
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The No-Peeking Game
As a child, I lived in a small town with an even smaller circle of friends. A circle of friends that needed…
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The Convention
We got to the hotel late. The kiddo was a mess, and so was I. I’d let Sally sleep through the flight…
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