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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…
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Stan shut off the car and pulled up his collar. It was pouring outside and he planned to only have rush into the grocery stole and run right back out. There was a roast in the oil den and hen did not want to risk, overlooking it. Everything for the night was perfect: the roast,…
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Flames licked at the walls of the castle. Banners burned and armor melted. Thick smoke flooded the halls making it impossible to search for an exit. Word spread throughout the town of the fire. Soon all the townspeople stood outside their homes watching the devastation. It had long been rumoured that the royal family dabbled…
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It was dark by the time I left the office tonight. There was a crisp chill in the air. As I walked to my car, I saw a group of people playing kickball in the street. The players were all in their late 20s, early 30s. They wore suits, ties and dress shoes. The sound…
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A post on why I push myself in my career and in my writing. Sometimes I need a reminder as to why I must continue to work so hard. IAmPhoebeJane.com : What Drives You?
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