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Bitter cold wind rushed down the streets and rattled frost-bitten trees. Ice-covered the dim streetlamps and rough roads. A few brave souls ventured out into the frigid winter wonderland to complete last-minute Christmas shopping. Their boots clomped and slipped on the slick sidewalks as they fought against the roaring winds.
“I know it’s in here somewhere,” I mumbled, digging around old, unmarked boxes. I was in the process of purging my attic, but I had taken a break to decorate the Christmas tree. “Honey! Do you know where we put the Christmas lights last year? The purple ones?” “No,” Jake hollered back. “I’ll look down in the basement!”
June 28, 1914. My seventeenth birthday. My first kiss. My first lover. I really didn’t know why things like war had to happen. I didn...
I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much for me. Why did things like this happen?What did I do to deserve this? Out of pure anger and exasperation, I picked up a nearby vase and hurled it at the wall. It shattered into a mill...
I’m a really good guy, through and through. It sounds a little self-conceited, but I really am. But in my family, that’s not good enough. You don’t meet people like me around here anymore. I don’t expect to meet someone like me either. If I’m lucky, maybe another nice person will cross paths with me. Alm...
My people fear the forest. Why? I don’t know. No one in the village or in my family has ever told me why. All they say is “do not venture past the forest’s edge,” or “your fate will meet you if you traverse the forest’s domain.” Sometimes they simply say “you will die if you dare enter the forest; do not...
Just one more cut. That was all it would take. Everything would end. No man, no problem, whispered the nagging voice in her head. No one will miss you. It will be like you never existed. The knife seemed to take itself to h...
Hot, wet darkness squeezed on her body. She heard cries of pain and excitement. Then suddenly-- Blinding light! She wailed, trying to cough the icky fluid stuck in her lungs. Someone’s big hands grasped her slimy body. “It’s a girl!” someone shouted. She cried louder. Of course she was a girl! Didn’t the...
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