ShortStory
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Every time the wind blew, the tree branches would scratch against the window. Fear would pulse through me with each scratch. No trees have ever grown near my window. Phoebe Jane
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At midnight the dark gets a little darker. It scares me but it also fuels me. There are creatures hiding in those corners, waiting for the arms to hit 12. As the minutes tick ever closer, they grow, like the shadows, dancing on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet. Yet, I stand ready. My weapon…
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We stared at the sky watching the Earth burn. Some cried out at the site. Others stood with silent tears drenching their faces. “It’s ok. You’ll learn to love this world just like your own.” Behind the crowd the delegate from the Kritilian people stood with arms outstretched. “Come. You must be tired from your…
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The sky turned a beautiful orange, pink and purple. The clouds swirled by in thick green whisps. It would have all looked pretty amazing, if it was not deadly. Parents saw the puffy green clouds and started rushing their children indooors. Office drones that first noticed the clouds spread the words throughout the cubicles. It was…
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Although i had never seen him, I could feel his gaze everytime I walked past the door. It was like a chill so severe it burned. In the rare occasion where the door was left partially opened, I would steal small glances into the room. However, fear kept me from looking at the creature full…
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Autumn stared at her computer. The usual executives walked by not once noticing her vacant gaze. As long as the work kept getting done, she could be in a coma at her desk. Little did they know in those moments, she might as well have been. She was beyond the cubicle walls, away from the…



