Category: Admin Creation
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In The Dark Now
The boys huddled together, close to the orange flame and staring out into the night that surrounded them. The men,on the other hand, sat far apart, staring deep into the embers and chewing the dried fat of the bison they had pulled from their leather bags. They were all far from home, but the men…
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Rain, No Shine
The clouds moved in and the rain pattered against the window. Softly at first, then beating the house with the full force of the fifty mile per hour gale. The shingles began to peel away from the roof, revealing the soaking wet plywood underneath. He watched as the shingles fluttered away in the wind, dancing.…
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Fixer Upper
I met Billy when I moved into the house next door. He was a young guy, and came around that evening with a beer in hand, grinning and shyly offering the sweaty bottle just as the sun was disappearing over the ozark hills to the west. We did the standard introductions, and he asked what…
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Seen
She hired me because I could blend in. No one noticed me at the supermarkets, the doctor’s office, the deli—I was invisible to the human brain, a simple blank space.Perfect, she said, and I started right away.Halloween season started in September, but no one really packed the lines at the haunted house attractions until October,…
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Residual Evil
The cities were huge, and it was easy to fade into the roving rushes of hurried people, and even take one for pleasure regularly without notice. The cities were, no doubt, the perfect place for someone like me. But it was time to go home. I arrived in Anchor on a whim, tired of the…
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WeeGee
“Is there anybody here?” Marissa’s question hung in the air, floating across the rafters of the attic and landing softly somewhere in the dark. Joel looked from Marissa to Mark. All of them had the tips of their fingers on the small wooden triangle, which sat lifeless on the board of numbers and letters. They…
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High Enough
One of these days, it’ll stop raining. He sat quietly in the cab of the truck, his boots and jeans coated with a stiffening layer of thick, red mud. He turned the ignition and began to start the truck, but released it. No use. I’m not getting out of here today. He was miles away…
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Six Feet Up
I kicked the toe of my dusty brown boot through the red cake batter that was now forming at my feet. The dirt oozed across the burned-out lawn, aided only by gravity and the viscous outpouring of blood that leaked from the boy’s cranium. The shovel bit into the rock and grit with an unnerving…
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Stories
He woke to the sound of crunching leaves. His fire had burned to little more than blackened piles of ash and glowing specks of coal. The cave was dark, as was the world outside. He assumed that there were still a few hours yet until the morning dawn would eliminate the need for fire, so…
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Confession
He didn’t remember having that much to drink, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t had any to drink at all, but after last night, he was sure that he had drunk enough to drown an Irishman. He had wanted to break into the church for years. Not that they had any money, or gold,…
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