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Weekly Contest #377
I don’t remember the factory in which I was made, nor the first few weeks of my life. I first remember her. Those wondrous blue eyes staring back at me as tears flooded down her cheeks. I hadn't the faintest idea of why she was upset, but the sadness she felt weighed into my chest like a deep, black ocean. I wished I could’ve helped her more. Instead, I stared at her blankly while she clutched me close to her chest and sobbed. This happened often. She’d run into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She’d grab me from my place on the d...
I sit at the foot of the stairs with the creature laying at my feet. I'm remembering that awful night. The last day of my life. I was laying in bed. My parents were out together, so I was home alone. I always hated nights like this. This house is haunted, I know it. Things moved on there own. Footsteps could be heard where nobody was. Tonight, the moon shun a dim blue light into my room. The silence was eerily present, and I could feel it. I could feel it looking at me. It's stare burned into my back. With a deep breath, I turned to see wha...
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