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My story begins at an auction. It wasn’t anything special, some old lady died and had no next of kin, so they auctioned all her stuff off. This old lady had all sorts of antiques in her house. She could have easily opened up her own antique store, which I’m glad she didn’t, because I didn’t need any more competition. That’s right, I own an antique store, and auctions like this are a regular thing for me. I bid on a few things, but there was very little that I absolutely had to have. I did, however, win a box of random dishware. Plates, silv...
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For days I have wandered through this desolate wasteland. Not a soul in sight. One doesn’t realize how quiet the world really is until you are truly alone. You begin to question your sanity. I like to think that maybe if there was some life, even a stray dog or cat, then I wouldn’t feel so alone. Alas, there is none. I’ve known people who would be happy to be alone, though I doubt even they wouldn’t like being as alone as I am. I, however, was always a social person. I loved talking to people and meeting new people. At work I would often fi...
Weekly Contest #348
“In the beginning there was only darkness. My existence had no meaning, no true purpose. That was until I met her. She gave me the purpose I had longed for. However, much as most do who witness me, she was afraid of me. Her beauty is the opposite to my ugliness. Her kindness is the opposite to my wickedness. Together, we are balanced. Forever apart, but without one the other would have no purpose. I am Death and she is Life.” “You may be wondering why I am telling you my story. Well, it’s hard to exist as long as I have and not yearn to com...
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