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The Little Leader

"Why did I have to dress up as Napoleon?" Billy thought as he entered the Halloween party. His friends were dressed ...

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Henry was here

Once upon a time there was little man whom no-one believed. His name was Henry, and he loved to go to parties. But wh...

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I waited for her, all night long I stood there waiting. As the crowd dissipated, I was left erect and waiting. I make...

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14 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Catch Me If You Cam

The young boy ran for his life, the giant monster of a dog chasing after him. The boy didn't do anything wrong, he th...

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You can tell by the sound

Wooshy Wooshy and futuristic Just out of the corner of my eye, that thing I had been running towards, to, seeking It...

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Bees

Running from the swarm of bees, Roger kept his eyes firmly ahead knowing he'd be able to jump into the river, swim un...

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The pistol was cocked, ready to go.

12 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Highwayman

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...

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Pull the Trigger

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...

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Denny's

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...

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There was blood on my pillow.

15 stories · started about 15 years ago
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That all wrapped up nicely

"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...

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Blood On My Pillow.

There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...

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Terror In Their Midst

Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...

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13 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Heartbeat

Beatirix shuddered as a cold wind whipped across the stage, and she clasped her hat tightly to her head. Stage fright...

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The Teleporter, Part 2

"Hello?" There was nothing on the other end of the line but silence. "Hey, can you here me? Is anyone there?" Martin ...

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the dress

me and my sister have always been fighting. scince the day we could walk we always fought untill now. we were walking...

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7 stories · started over 15 years ago
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mexico

are in me

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The Teleporter, Part 3

Two men entered, wearing respiratory masks. They came over to the register and looked at Martin, who just looked back...

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Forensics

Officer Malone stopped at the doorway of the house. "Do you smell that?" she asked. The rest of the team paused as ...

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Swing.

16 stories · started over 15 years ago
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The death swing

My mind was moving faster than my body. I wanted to play in the swing so bad but my feet weren't moving fast enough. ...

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Missing

I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped over the cobwebs, allowing myself to have a moment of preparation. The swing rock...

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grievously unavoidable

she couldn't do it. her moist, clammy hands clung to the wooden pole with vicious might as she drew in intermittent, ...

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Giving in wasn't an option.

12 stories · started about 15 years ago
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My Fantasy

I am looking out the window of my tiny house in Michigan and watching the snow pile up on the road. I won't be going ...

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Reinforcement

Giving in wasn't an option. The first time Ted died he didn't really notice, being in a full on berserk. One of his i...

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Appearances

Giving in wasn't an option, but there was little else she could do. "Ok, ok," she told the young galant with the sh...

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Lost, without a hand to hold.

20 stories · started about 15 years ago
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Lost without him

My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...

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Looking Back

It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...

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Lost

When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...

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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

123 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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The girl in the red gown

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...

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Red Gown

Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...

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Liun

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...

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