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He’s Downstairs. They’ve Put Him Downstairs.
The forest was covered with the feathers of my father.Shot down as he sidled towards the sun with a wicked grin,swallowed hole by the hungry, hectic hands of God’s Earth,until at last he was home, and all that remained was a skull and some feathers,and I found myself treading the boards,boring the trees with a…
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Lights Out
Deep in the darkest depths of hell lay the light stealers. Content within an endless night, they wait and they watch as the human race goes about their lives. You’ll know a light stealer when you see one, but something about them will tell you not to ask questions. Perhaps it will be their cold…
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Old Scratch – Day Eight
He took me home. I must have fallen asleep, in the end. My eyes had felt heavy, and I’d close them for a second, just one peaceful second, before I’d open them. I must have tried it one too many times, because when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I was…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 