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The Funeral

He stood watching the procession. He just couldn’t stand to be around others right now. He didn’t want to hear the sorries and condolences. He didn’t want to hear any of it. He was afraid he might cry and no one could see him crying. He didn’t want to show that kind of emotion to [...]

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The untold story of Cricket

She was happy. Her boyfriend had finally proposed to her. They had been seeing each other for over five years and it was about time, she thought. She walked down the street admiring her ring. It was a 2 carat ring, something her boyfriend shouldn’t really be able to afford. But there it was. In [...]

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The Black Box

I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know what was following me, but I did know that I didn’t want it to catch me. So I ran. I have to admit that I’m not exactly in perfect shape, but I guess when you’re running for your life, you tend to run [...]

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What if…

I stood there watching her as she walked down the aisle. She was beautiful. Her dress was beautiful. I’d never seen her in it before of course, so I was not sure what to expect. I shifted a little just so I could watch her walking down the aisle a little better. I don’t think [...]

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The magician

This is a crosspost from cybrpunk.com. I remember one time when I was eight years old and my parents took me to a county fair. It wasn’t our county as ours didn’t have fairs worth mentioning but the next nearest one to us. They always had the best fairs with ponies, demolition derbies, funnel cakes, [...]

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Prologue – Part One

The only light in the kitchen came from the refrigerator as he opened the door. Looking around for something to eat, Tony Scatturo hummed to himself as the cool air fell across the kitchen floor. He was restless tonight. Tomorrow there was his first day on the job, and he didn’t want to mess this [...]

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When we were little

I remember the stories that I had once forgotten. When we were little, our parents and relatives and neighbors and friends would tell us gruesome tales of witches and ghosts; goblins and haints. The stories usually had some moral to them to try and scare us into not doing things they didn’t want us to [...]

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