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Harmony Evans – Mountain: I hike to the top of the mountain alone. In the distance, the sun’s orange glow melts into the night blue sky as it crests over far-off hills. The view justifies waking up laughably early on a Saturday. I sit on a log near the mountain’s edge, where the rock drops off and gives…
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Grayce Wucik — What happened? Where am I? I looked around my surroundings, a library, I think. It made sense; there were hundreds of tall shelves, filled with books as far as the eye could see. I scratched my scalp as I brushed my hand through my hair. This didn’t make sense; how did I…
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Logan Moran- Manic Click, The door shut. Around I look around. Where am I? I don’t know where I am. I feel restricted. Tied up but I know I can move around this room. It won’t be a problem… Right? The room is bright, it burns to look. My eyes hurt, they keep watering. I…
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Spencer Reardon “I have no idea what you’re talking about,”at least that’s what Ethan said, he knew exactly what she was talking about. He just didn’t want to admit it because that would make him look stupid, and if there was one thing Ethan didn’t want to do, it was look stupid in front of…
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Harmony Evans – The cab dropped me off in the driveway on that first day, leaving me completely alone to attend to my manuscript. The lodging I had secured for my writing retreat was just out of town at the edge of the woods. A simple cottage, furnished and maintained by the owner’s housekeeper for the purpose of allowing renters like me to…
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Ben Robison — The first sign of blood appeared when I was seated near a window in the threshold of Hell, or as it is more commonly known, the laundromat. A single scarlet drop dripped out of my nose and plopped onto the page of my copy of Stephen King’s Carrie. How fitting. Quicker than…
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