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The four men sat at a table, some beaten, some bloody, some better, and some worse. All are very aware they just escaped death's knock at the door. It was the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, maybe one or two in the morning with pitch-black skies. Their car was parked outside, and they were able to make their way into the small, abandoned, spider-web-infested house. This is where they were told to wait until sunrise. Every other street or road home would lead to being caught by the men who had just tried executing them, but here...
I was running away as fast as I could. Which is about as accurate a description as I can give when you’re floating through a ship traveling through space at zero gravity, being chased by a gang of dangerous criminals who have already boarded your ship and are right behind you. I was able to make it into the next room and press the button that makes the door close directly behind me. It locks, and I lose sight of all of them.I stopped to catch my breath and hopefully calm down a little bit. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This wa...
Trigger warning of all of the below-Sexual violence-Mental health-Substance abuse-Physical violence, gore, or abuse-Suicide or self harmI rush down the long, white, brightly lit corridor of the hospital, my footsteps echoing in the silence. My brother, who has been battling a severe illness for months, had a catastrophic episode just an hour ago and was now laying in a sterile room. The air feels thick with worry, and my heart races in my chest as I push open the door. Inside, two doctors stand over him, clipboards in hand, observing his vit...
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