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The cool air waltzed through the window in my bedroom. Save for the occasional grumble of a semi truck leaving the lot down the street, the world was still in slumber. The bedsheets clung to my body, curling around one of my legs while the other hung lazily over the side. The childish fear of monsters under the bed prickles at my skin, a layer of goosebumps covers my entire body before I pull my leg back under the blanket. The heat from the blanket is pooling in the ripples, I fan my legs out to try and flatten it. I can feel my cats jumping...
“I wish we could stay here forever,” she mused. Her two cats were sunning themselves in the grass beside her, getting up every so often to readjust or clean their paws. She reached over to give them each a quick pet, feeling the itch of the grass graze against the bottom of her arm. The sun had reached its peak signaling it was time for lunch, but she stayed a bit longer, basking in the warmth of the sun. Below her the river roared wildly, celebrating the recent rainfall that had washed out the embankment, but had since calmed down enough to...
The old Victorian Mansion was a sort of staple of the town, seeing as there wasn’t much of anything else around to talk about. It was nestled beneath a million vining plants which had grown as tall as the outlook on the third floor. The driveway was long enough to deter most from making the trek to break in, and short enough to be able to view the house in all its haunting glory. Even on the sunniest of days there always managed to be clouds looming over it, an acre of overcast to keep the house from looking too inviting. “You know, when I w...
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