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The Chosen
Something was in that building. Something that I can’t explain, and something that I can’t get out of my head. It isn’t an easy job, you know. That goes without saying, but I could always see it as something simple. I get to the scene, put out the fire and get everyone out that I…
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Poverty
There is nothing to worry about. I will arrive with a sullen brow and legs of lead, and you will ask yourself what you did to deserve me, but no answer, and no rescue will come. There is nothing to worry about. I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to survive. I know you can understand…
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Unlocked
Every now and again, the door begins to open. I pray, and I beg. I weep until there is nothing left, hoping and wishing that it will close, and falling to the floor in exhausted relief when it does, but that never lasts for long. The door begins to open again. I can see the…
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I’ll Never Tell
Personal Log – Detective Rachel Morgan – 21st February 2068 This was supposed to be a new start, but it’s all screwed up already. I don’t even know where to begin, but getting it down here might clear my head a little so I can think clearly. I took this posting for the kids. London…
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The Mother Wound
Nightfall brings it all back. The clock gives a cold stare and the stars hide behind clouds as darkness falls, and it begins, as it always has, and always will. They can hear her, and they know what she has become. The Earth has run, and I am alone, in the abyss. I had hoped…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 