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All I heard were screams.

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Barn of Screams

All I heard were screams. I didn't want to enter the rickety barn, but I could not ignore the anguish that I heard in...

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Witch Please

She was walking home from work, tired from staring at a screen that she almost missed the cute witchy shop called "Wi...

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my best friend

I had a best friend. He was almost exactly the same as me, except he was... different. He followed me around almost e...

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This is Stupid

The freaking tiny pebbles are getting all stuck in my shoes. Urgggg. This is stupid. I mean why did I come down to th...

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Cowgirl · Bull · Branding

4 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Southwest Cowgirl

Toughest son of a bitch this side of the Mississippi, can't nobody get a poker anywhere near 'im. Ain't too many trie...

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The Death of a Cowgirl

I felt blood running down my body, i had stab marks in my stomach, two of them, i was alone, on the dirt, with nobody...

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I'm Not Buying It

The constant clicking of the camera's shutter was the only sound in the studio for a full fifteen seconds until the p...

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"You had me at"...

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No greater fool

Could there be a bigger fool? Who stands in the rain, waiting for a girl that doesn't even like him that way? Or prob...

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"Feet aren't always the problem," my brother said.

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water

My brother said feet aren't always the problem. He grabbed my arm and said this is sometimes the worst problem. Your ...

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You're starting to sound like my mother

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"You're starting to sound like my mother! Why can't you just be happy for me?" Jessica began to cry. All she ever wan...

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100 feet away.

14 stories · started over 15 years ago
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The Imminent

I am really nervous. It's there. Looming. And I feel like if I move it will know, and everything around me will crumb...

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Synchronicity

100 feet away I watched the smugglers struggle to get over the jagged stones, collapse onto the wet sand, expel salt ...

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X-Files

100 feet away Mulder knew the Sasquatch was waiting. This was it, the moment of truth. Jonas, the new field agent c...

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The year was 1986.

15 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Mother's Lost Story

The year was 1986 and she was a high school softball star. So young and full of potential. She was beautiful. She had...

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South Louisiana Boy Laments

The year was 1986 and I was 10 years old living in south Louisiana. My family had been living in Louisiana for gener...

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Running

The year was 1986. My home, a typical home in Suburbia, USA. My life, a typical American teenager, filled with angst ...

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Midnight on the roof.

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Night Climbing

Midnight on the roof. The roof of one of the university buildings, to be exact. "We've made it," he says. I nod, sti...

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Forbidden

I stared up at the stars the beauty overtaking my sight, the bright lights occupied me while I was waiting. For him ...

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Rebel

Midnight On the roof. A shouldn't-be time in a shouldn't-be place, Thad pecked a shouldn't-do cigarette from the...

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A trip to the Zoo II

There's no way that's possible! But this horse-like creature, it clearly looks like what could be described as a uni...

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A trip to the Zoo.

One summer, I went to the Zoo with my family. Me, my husband and daughter all decided to go out of town for a week fo...

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"Of course, no one can make a unicorn," Pareth said, in that tone of voice he used when lecturing his students, "but ...

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