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They were listening.

21 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Listening

Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...

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They Were Listening

I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...

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Interrogation

They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...

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11 stories · started about 15 years ago
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The New Job

My singing was awful. Didn't matter as the audience were drunk, I could see Lorna sticking her tongue down John's thr...

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In the dark.

The lights dimmed. Mary-Rose, in her black-and-white jail-striped dress entered the stage from the left. My left, not...

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The Circle of Life

She sang. Her beautiful voice rang out through the dense smoke in the room, pushing out into the ears, minds and hear...

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8 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Life isn't Perfect

My life has always been a mess. First, my parents get into a big fight and are now divorced. Then I had no choice but...

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Portraits

It was his job to paint portraits of people. They'd give him huge sums to paint them. Just look in the mirror, idiots...

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Artist

Whoever said a picture was worth a thousand words had never met Frank. The man had never met a camera he didn't lik...

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