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My bed has an old wooden frame. It's a light brown in color, similar to her eyes. Those eyes that stare at me every night as she stands at the end of my bed. Her pale shaven head seems to somehow glisten

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I first met Sam on the subway back from work. He struck up a conversation when I sat next to him and we ended up finding we had a lot in common. He had just moved to the city from a small town I had never

She stood at my door soaking wet, the rain falling hard behind her. Perhaps 20 years old, but not any older. I didn't recognize her from the neighborhood and my mind started racing with who she might be

10 minutes of oxygen remaining. As Brian looked out into the vastness of space he couldn't help but marvel at it's beauty. An array of the stars in the milky way and far off galaxies that man may never

The sound of buzzing filled the room as Robert entered, disturbing the silence. He quickly closed the door with a slam to ensure the flies remained in his cultivation room. On the desk set in the room's

Source I've lived quite a long time. You learn a lot over the years; meet a lot of people; lose a lot of people. Some good, some bad and everywhere in between. A lot of people in between actually; there

Source "Thank you for coming Father." Adrian greeted the priest warmly at the door. He was grateful Father Stephan could make it on such short notice. Finding an exorcist was not an easy task.

Source "It rubs the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again." ~ Buffalo Bill, Silence of the Lambs. Screenplay by Ted Tally. Original story by Thomas Harris. Directed by Jonathan Demme.

Congratulations! You have been selected by your government to take part in an exciting new opportunity. You will join an elite group of volunteers allowed to test pilot the Odin project. For the next 10

Source I come from a family of three children. My father, a manager at an early software development studio, was our primary caretaker after my mother died when I was eight. My older sister, seven years

The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli (1781) When I was fifteen years old I watched my father sink his knife into the chest of a young woman at our family's altar. Having seen the things she had done, and knowing

Source My life was good. Peaceful. I had a beautiful wife and an energetic, happy son. Everything was going great until it appeared. It appeared out of nowhere in my backyard one morning. A weathered green

The four dimensional hard drive was supposed to be revolutionary. I guess in a sense it still is, but it's also not something we can't release to the public in good conscience. Not without more restrictions

Source The creatures pursued him through the woods until he could run no more. Their prey not exhausted they took their time with the meal. He finally died when the first half of his body was gone. The

Source A stood upon the bank of a river of blood. Bodies floated down it; some squirming and struggling, others with a dead look of resignation as they stared emptily into the void above. There was no

"I love you" "Don't worry, I'm ready." "I'm sorry, it's time." "It won't be long now." "Finally" "Good night." " Wait, who are you?"

source Every night she visits me with terrible visions. It always starts the same. I'm lying in my hospital bed when she appears wearing a black robe. Her auburn hair falls to her shoulders, her green

source I was eight years old when it happened. My father and I were heading back to Saskatchewan to see my grandmother. We'd made that drive dozens of times before then and never had more trouble than