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A rotten smell stains the air. The singular window in the room has its shutters flung wide open. The small flames from the beeswax candles flicker and an old copy of Nuwa's Teachings lies discarded on my poorly crafted desk, pages dancing in the wind. Pain shoots through my palms and knees as I crawl on uneven stones looking for the source of the smell. A foul odor has been present in my bedroom for a while now but it has recently gotten too strong to ignore. I hold my breath as I feel around the… -
…Morning? Shugo woke up on his bed the next day with nary a scratch on him. Glancing at the window, he saw that the sun had yet to come up. Not yet, I guess. And when he checked his phone, the clock read 4:30 AM. Was it all just a dream, too? Shugo looked down at his hands and at the clothes he was wearing. Not a trace of blood there. Except… Wait a minute. Why are my clothes different? Which indeed they were. When Shugo went to bed the night before, he was wearing a white shirt that bore the…
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…Morning? Shugo woke up on his bed the next day with nary a scratch on him. Glancing at the window, he saw that the sun had yet to come up. Not yet, I guess. And when he checked his phone, the clock read 4:30 AM. Was it all just a dream, too? Shugo looked down at his hands and at the clothes he was wearing. Not a trace of blood there. Except… Wait a minute. Why are my clothes different? Which indeed they were. When Shugo went to bed the night before, he was wearing a white shirt that bore the…
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Charlotte Cane ▀▄▀▄▀▄🄲🄷🄰🅁🄻🄾🅃🅃🄴 🄲🄰🄽🄴▀▄▀▄▀▄ “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀʀʏ”― ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ There’s something about anxiety that hurts more than can be described. I press my back hard against the leather car seats. My breaths are hitched, and with every breath I wheeze. My face is pumping blood so violently it feels as if… -
Charlotte Cane ▀▄▀▄▀▄🄲🄷🄰🅁🄻🄾🅃🅃🄴 🄲🄰🄽🄴▀▄▀▄▀▄ “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀʀʏ”― ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ There’s something about anxiety that hurts more than can be described. I press my back hard against the leather car seats. My breaths are hitched, and with every breath I wheeze. My face is pumping blood so violently it feels as if…
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Charlotte Cane ▀▄▀▄▀▄🄲🄷🄰🅁🄻🄾🅃🅃🄴 🄲🄰🄽🄴▀▄▀▄▀▄ “ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.”― ᴄ. ꜱ. ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ“Alright. That’s the hour. Detention is over.” Mr. Volkove bounced up from his abnormally…
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Charlotte Cane ▀▄▀▄▀▄🄲🄷🄰🅁🄻🄾🅃🅃🄴 🄲🄰🄽🄴▀▄▀▄▀▄ “ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.”― ᴄ. ꜱ. ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ“Alright. That’s the hour. Detention is over.” Mr. Volkove bounced up from his abnormally…
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"I'm going to be late!" said Eleanor in a rushed tone. She was quickly walking down the corridors in the airport, searching for her flight. She finally found it, and in the Nick of time. The flight attendant was just about to close the gate when she saw Eleanor waving her hands to her. "Thank God you saw me," she said, winded, "you're a lifesaver." "Oh, your welcome," the attendant said, "we were waiting on the Co-Pilot anyway." I walked into the plane and found my seat. First Class. How I spoil… - Previous 1 … 3 4 5 … 29 Next