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Elliot Douglas

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When Light turns to Dark

Submitted to Contest #92

They tell many stories of dark turning into light. There are many tales of people with dark pasts and horrific histories turning into good people thanks to a certain influence. People who were dark and terrible and mean but who are now are kind and caring because they were shown love. As I said, many tell of demons who learned kindness thanks to an angel. But what happens when the story doesn’t go as planned? What happens when the light isn’t enough? What happens when the darkness is just too overpowering? Most spin the story o...

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Top Ten Dreams I've Had This Year

1. I cracked open my eyelids, taking a look at the dark clouds that dotted the sky above me. The day was rather nice, despite the rain it promised later. A slight breeze stirred my hair, letting it dance over my shoulders. We were twenty-one, and I held him as he sobbed in my arms, confused and broken and trying to fit together all of his pieces. We were twenty-three, and with help from his parents, he had saved enough. I sat in the waiting room impatiently, and when he came back from top surgery, he the biggest smile on his f...

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The Touch of Death

Submitted to Contest #37

One, two, three. Quick, quick, quick. The feet pounded along the forest floor, death in their wake. Wherever her feet landed, plants shriveled and curled in on themselves, the life ebbed out of them. Her ebony black hair flowed behind her like a cloak, and every tree that felt even the slightest touch crackled and darkened. The black seemed to spread out behind her, almost as if the forest itself had become a cloak.She paid no heed to the sticks that impaled her feet, or the thorns and branches that whipped across her arms and face...

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The Dream Man

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Diary, Monday I am once again up past midnight. It's sometime around three, and the darkness seems to press in around me. I have spent most of my nights awake recently, and it's getting rather taxing. I can't fall asleep anymore, and I swear I see shapes moving in the darkness. I have been drifting off at work lately, and I'm sure sooner or later someone will notice. My energy has begun to wane as of late, and my head has a dull ache. Marlene recommended I try drinking tea before bed. I'm heading out to buy some today. I'll let you know...

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