Category: Admin Creation
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Silver Ghost
Cliff clicked the volume knob a few times, the fiddle and banjo amplifying as he turned onto the dirt road. His headlights ran across the pasture as he turned, illuminating the eyeshine of a few whitetail deer grazing among the cows. Barbed wire fences ran along both sides of the road, and cottontails skirted away…
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Workaholics
Gary opened the door, pausing to read the paper sign that was taped to the inside. W.A. Meeting Room 207 Gary hadn’t been in the school in years. He didn’t remember much, but he wove his way through the dark hallways, running his hand down the cool, metal lockers. 207. He opened the door. Inside…
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Everybody Kills
He had followed the rusty old van into the middle of a farm road, just south of the casino. A man got out and walked out in front of the car, following the road in the beam of the headlights until they clicked off, blanketing him in darkness. It was Halloween night, and laughter spread…
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Dead Already
“Hey, man,” I said into the phone. “What are you up to?” Rick laughed. “What am I always doing? Working. Why?” “You switch careers or something?” Rick paused. “No.” “Huh,” I said, sighing into the phone. “Weird. Well, alright, I’ll let you get back to it.” “What in the hell are you talking about?” Rick…
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Crash
The ship finally came to a stop. It had fallen at a steep angle, skipping off the rocky terrain and skidding to a stop in a dry, grassy field. The creature inside was relatively unharmed, and the craft’s engine shut off as the hatch to the outside world opened. The creature was short, pale, and…
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Farm House
It was twenty after midnight. I had my double-barrel shotgun pinned against my chest, the barrel resting on my knee. The front iron was trained in the direction of the door, but drifted aimlessly as I felt my eyes give in. I awoke suddenly, the shotgun clattering onto the tile. I was dreaming. What was…
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Habits
“Earl, quiet yourself!” The old preacher stood, arms outstretched over the casket. “Earl now! God is talking!” Earl shook his head and kept his head down, shoveling another heap of dirt into the hole. The preacher, Joe, shook his head and hissed, quietly dissolving into the air. Earl could still hear him grumble as he…
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Being Dead, And Adventures Within
He had been dead awhile. That was really all he knew. He didn’t recall how he knew this because so much time had passed since he had figured it out. Or, at least, he thought it had. He asked around, but no one could really help him. There was a lonely gal across the street…
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Stick to the Script
I woke up to the sound of Rooster barking. I picked up my phone and squinted the sleep from my eyes. 5:03 My nap had run long. I got up off the futon and stretched my arms, feeling the familiar pop in my chest. “Ugh,” I moaned. “Sunday naps…phew.” I flicked my hand through the…
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New Photo Received;
It was an incredibly still morning. The frost clung to the bark of the trees and the frozen leaves crunched underfoot. Danny stepped gingerly through the trees, clutching his rifle close to his chest. He walked slowly down the rocky bluff, flicking his head around cautiously at any noise he heard in the dark forest.…
Halloween Street 