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Today was Friday. But not just any Friday. It was the Friday Karla had been counting down to draining the life out of her one caffeine-fueled night at a time.Currently, the classroom was silent except for the soft scratch of pencils and the occasional sniffle from someone four seats back. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, warm and lazy, the kind that made you think of open windows and early summer instead of scantrons and existential dread.Karla hunched over her exam booklet as her mind wandered.Her hand flowed through the pages lik...
Once upon a time, there was a poor woodcutter who lived in a cottage with his wife. It was a tough winter. Like really tough. A thick bed of frost laid permanent across the land as gray clouds stayed pasted in the sky for what seemed like forever. Or at least, that is what it felt like for the couple who hated winter. Like really hated. Everyday, from dawn to dusk, a biting wind chewed across the landscape, leaving everything in its path crippled with frostbite. There was no sun, no food, no hope. Eventually, the woodcutter’s wife determi...
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Before even a bland, uncarbonated drop of Grey Goose could be swallowed into abyss, darkness devoured him entirely. Engulfed in this chasm like state, the boy’s ability to move as much as his fingertips had swiftly been seized. The bursting of his aorta, the stretching and shredding of his pulmonary veins, the rattling and plucking of his lungs, the wrecking of his rib cage, however, plunged him into an ocean of torment.“Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore~. Hold me close~. Sway me more~..” a muffled voice was heard harmonizing to a distor...
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