Stories tagged “dread”
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Created Hell
They are scientists taking you under their spell Love, they are giving you their created hell Broken hearts dangling on the mantle The only light seems to burn in a dreamland candle You only see it when you are asleep When you aren’t aware of wha...
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am rating
They get the short end of the stick. They get shafted. They get the raw end of the deal. They take it on the chin. They take a licking and keep on ticking. They bend over backwards. They draw the short straw-um, i mean they ward the shorts warts.
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Missy in the Morning
Rather than with a start, Missy awoke with a sluggish mental trudge toward panic. The blue Star Wars print sheets were not hers. The orange, motel-style drapes would have been burned in her stylish apartment. This was neither her room nor her bed. Hand...
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Dread
The tears coursed down my cheeks silently. I sniffed and brushed them away quickly. I put my head in my hands and prayed harder than I’d done in my life. “Lord please take this from me, I don’t know what to do, I’m so scared. Th...
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Don't Forget the Dry-cleaning
My phone rang. It pulled insistently, begging for attention. “Can you get that?” I called from the bathroom. “Sure.” Cameron said from the hallway. A stray thought tugged the back of my mind. I was forgetting something. Somethin...
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It had to be Somebody's Home
Near the end of ‘K’ street, just before it crosses the stone bridge, there sits an old blue house. Though it is the last thing I see when I leave town, and the first I see when I return home, it has always filled me with a peculiar kind of ...
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A Non-Oprah-esque Aha Moment
With trepidation, and no small amount of anxiety I made the preparations. Winter gear went in the A4 bag. Uniforms stacked neatly in the rolling camo bag. All manner of necessities filled the available space in each. Orders cut, flight booked and no ch...
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Who are the cleaners II
For whatever reason, instinctively, I was running aimlessly west. As the planes flew over, dread ran through my body, strait from my heart through my veins, like a cold black starless night. It was odd because the first planes that came through were li...