Stories tagged “screaming”
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The Goodbye That was Never Planned 4
“You said you will love me always and forever.” My eyes close as my voice gains power. “You said that would never leave me. You said that you have never felt this way before. I guess this relationship has been a joke to you hasn’...
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The screaming
Kara told her parents, night after night, that the monsters were coming. Night after night, they told her not to worry. But still she heard them coming, cloven feet, sharpened talons, slime-coated bellies, undulating forward. Until one night, the windo...
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The Devils Mind Rotting Away In A Mindless Body
“Kill them all – fuck their values.” The screaming The yelling Inside my head Was raging “FUCK THEM, KILL THEM, KILL THEM, KILL THEM, WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR.” My head started to spin The bank teller was a tall b...
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Means Something
I take it. I take it. I take it. Like it doesn’t mean anything. Well, you know what? It means something. I can’t laugh it off Fake smile my way through the night It means something To the mailman delivering sent gifts To the slamming door a...
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Shattered
Of course timing had the ability to be oh so coincedental. I heard the sound of the garage door opening but made no plans on making any movements. As the roar of the motorcycle died I remained standing in the same position, knife still in my left hand,...
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Here we go
I couldn’t even hear myself think, it was so loud. Standing there in the tunnel underneath the arena, it felt like my eardrums were going to burst. 100,000 people filled those stands, and down here in the home team tunnel, it sounded like every s...
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Out Of Here
“Control time?” I asked, voice lower than before. My husband stood up straight. He offered me a tentative smile. “Yes. You just put in the time and date you want, and it magicaly takes you there,” he explained. “Really?...
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The Last House on Fenwick Street
Fenwick Street is a perfectly normal street. Well, almost. All the houses are quaint, with gardens and children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. Except one. Fenwick street has a remarkable Summer breeze that wafts along the pavement. Until you arrive...
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Pause Before a Question
As usual, last Saturday morning I woke up just before 4 AM. The screaming may or may not have been just in the dream, but the scratch at the back of my throat hinted otherwise. With little to be gained by going back to bed I yielded to the call of comp...