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It was the eyes that got me. Deep brown, glossy, and locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The stray dog had been sitting outside the coffee shop all afternoon, tail wagging whenever someone passed, but no one seemed to pay it any mind.I made the mistake of meeting its gaze.That was all it took.I sighed, crouching down. “You lost, buddy?”No collar. No tags. Just shaggy black fur, lean ribs, and those unsettling focused eyes.The dog didn’t move as I scratched behind its ears. Just sat there, staring, unblinking. I laug...
I sniff, my cheeks tickling from all the tears I’ve sobbed. The pillow is as soft as my cheek; rough and raw cheeks. I don’t bother wiping them — instead, I turn to my right towards the silent wall. I can hear the crickets’ soft, whispering rasps, like tiny bows drawing across invisible strings in the stillness of the night. Alone in the dark starless sky, I feel like screaming to fill the black. I toss and turn, restless, before giving up entirely. I sit down on my sheet-less bed and look at the sky. Oh wow. A single bright shining star has...
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It was a dark, ominous night, cloaked in fear that gripped the soul and refused to let go. The wind howled like a chorus of lost souls, whipping through the trees with a mournful wail. The branches, skeletal and gnarled, twisted and clawed at the air as if trying to escape their shadows. In the pitch darkness, shadows twisted and writhed, as if alive and hungry. The black starless sky was silent as a grave, staring down at the shadow-filled ground. They slithered along the ground, creeping closer to the forest’s heart where the old, abandone...
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