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Horror
Chapter 9
Trap
After assuming unofficial control of our group I decided to make little teams up of 3 or 4 people so we could scout the floors a little more efficiantly. the only thing that was stopping our progress through the hospital was the fact that Mr. Bat Monster locked us in this freezer when he closed the door. Apparantly turning into a giant bat thing wasn't good enough he had to have s...
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Poetry
in the middle of great bliss
i remember your sweet kiss
enjoying myself with laughter
i hear a voice saying forever
surroungding me is peace
then i smell you scent in the breeze
i look at my reflection and i see a smile
then i turn to my eyes and knew it will take qite a while..
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Mystery
Stephen Davies looked at this watch – 1.35pm and it was just starting to rain. That didn’t bother him in the slightest; he had just secured the largest IT installation and support contract since joining Fowkes Barrett and his quarterly sales target had been blown out of the water. His August salary would contain a substantial bonus and today’s achievement could even put him in line for the award of salesman of the year. He had...
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Romance
The warm days of summer were gone now and with the changing colours of the foliage in the grounds of the Westfield Retirement Home, Harold Coles felt the autumn of his years take a firm grip upon his constitution. He had been a resident for the past five years and with the passing of each one, time had seemed to increase its relentless march with an ever quickening pace. The place was comfortable, clean and welcoming with an efficient and carin...
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Miscellaneous Stories
‘A friend in need is a blasted nuisance’ – so goes the corrupted version of the saying. What the phrase in its original form does is to turn this colloquialism around. ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’ is a statement that the ones who stand by you in times of trouble are those whom you can truly regard as friends. With this in mind I failed a good friend completely through self-interest when I was needed, and t...
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Science Fiction
Christmas was going to come early this year and the fact that they were moving only served to increase the excitement for their three children beyond the normal levels. They had been given three weeks by the agent to pack up all their belongings and there had been an enormous amount of work to do to make the deadline. Patrick and Susannah Connors had been married for eleven years and had three children, Jason (eight years old and self-appointed...
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Poetry
Tess use to keep a copy
Of the Pisan Cantos by
Ezra Pound in her blue coat
Pocket, as a kinky kind
Of talisman against the
Bland mediocrity and
The monotony of her
Daily life; dipping into
Its pages, sampling the
Lines and words, the images
Brought out, and a photograph
Of Pound tucked in the side of
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Miscellaneous Stories
Breaking the Four Olds
The storm of ‘breaking the four olds’ covered all the villages of the Maidian People’s Commune. The Red Guards went everywhere to break the ‘four olds’, tearing all the paintings except Chairman Mao’s smashing all the chinaware that was painted or even had patterns and collecting all the books, except Chairman Mao’s works, and throwing them in the fire.
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Poetry
Some mornings, when she
Wakes up, she moves to
The edge of the bed
And stares at the place
Where her feet use to
Be; now an empty
Space below the knee.
At least the stupid
Suicide bomber
Had left her fresh face
Untouched, not a mark
Or scar, not a hair
Out of place in that
Sense of the well worn
Word. Yes, something was
Missing, a place deep
Inside, that sense of
Security, that
C...
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Horror
I could feel its cold breathe on the back of my neck. The chill of it sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t want to look. I knew exactly what this thing was. It’s unnatural being twisted with hatred. Just the presence of it made the room cold. It lived in the darkness, unexpected light would kill it. I always hated the dark. Why did I start now to face my fears? The day I summon up the courage to turn the light off and this happens. ...
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Horror
Fairy Tales From Hell Presents:
Hansel and Gretel
By
Max Booth III
Once upon a time there was a young boy by the name of Hansel. This boy was handsome. He had blonde hair and bright blue hero colored eyes. This boy was quite strong, too. He had so many chores. Lawn mowing, weed ripping, trash duty, house cleaning. When a fence or a wall or even a house needed painting done everybody turned to Hansel. He neve...
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Poetry
Wearing a hot pink school dress
I stood in the packed bus
Waiting for the person sitting next
To get off so that I could sit
A boy runs to the side of the bus
And yells to the lady
Can you give this to that girl?
The one with pink dress
And big blue flowery clips
Yes this is me
The girl in pink dress with blue clips
I grabbed the letter from the lady's ...
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Miscellaneous Stories
I lugged my pile of books up the twisting stairs and down the dark hallways until I reached the entrance to the library. It was the old library, built sometime in the early nineteen hundreds and named after a Walters, who was a legacy of the school. At that moment, I had no concern for the heritage of the library. I was too wrapped up in my latest thesis and needed to finish my twenty page paper as soon as possible. I always took refuge in the ...
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Romance
I couldn't sleep that whole night, as my head was busy making plans how to make Ron run away within a week from Europe. I was coming up with wonderful ideas and I kept praising myself for coming with such brilliant ideas. At last came Friday, my parents as usual walking behind me telling me to be good to Ron and listen to him and all the usual stuff parents come up with. At the airport I sat on top of the bags in the trolley while Ron pushed me...
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Poetry
Beneath the oak trees lies...
buried passion, buried emotion,
hidden feelings, memories.
Beneath the deep sea lies...
forgotten heroes, forgotten cowards,
unspoken words, restrained talents.
Beneath the spotlight lies...
little freedom, little secrets,
broken promises, empty love.
Beneath your touch lies...
calm breaths, small smiles,
all th...
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Horror
The Three Little Pigs
Author: Jessie Masoner
As I come to I try to look around me but I there is nothing but darkness, the cause of the darkness I realize to be a black hood. It is quickly removed and the light that it was keeping out is now forcing its way into my head, it feels like it has been ages since I have seen light and I am blinded by its sudden appearance.
As my ...
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Poetry
Come in, she said,
Visit my sweet
Palace of sin,
Tour the contours
Of my sweating
Pleasurable
Flesh, the deep dark
Places of my own
Desirable
Zones, the flooding
Flames of passion,
But that was then,
And that kind of
Men, what of now,
With the coming
Of age, the cramps,
The greying hair,
The failing eyes,
The hearing loss?
Who will visit
Me now, who will
Tour these w...
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Miscellaneous Stories
We were walking out of class. We, was Sarah and I.
“Cowboy boots! Who wears cowboy boots, honestly?”
“Right? Maybe the Wells Fargo carriage picks him up after classes.”
We laughed, and we paused. The sidewalk ended here, splitting in two directions. One was the parking lot. That was my route, and on the lucky days it was hers too. The other l...
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Horror
He led us to a large freezer used for keeping certain medicine's fresh and chilled. "The monster's they don't come in here" the last word sounded like Heeeeere. He locked the door "they don't like the cold at all. One of the patients looked at the wall and saw blood splattered on that wall leaking and dripping down to the floor, he looked closer ...
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Mystery
It had been two years now. Two years since the facts about Thomas Weston had finally been revealed to him by the man calling himself Michael Roberts. A shadowy figure operating in the background of the security services, Roberts exuded an air of menace with the subtle smile of the predator about to consume its prey. They had crossed paths on a couple of occasions, and each time Marks had come away from their encounters unscathed, but with the u...
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