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Falling. That’s what it is. I’m falling. This rushing in my ears, this nausea building in my gut, that’s what it’s from. The..
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The apartment door, ajar, swung open with a swift kick delivered to the bottom.
“Hello?” I said, throwing down my backpack onto the kit..
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The last thing that Delilah Adams enjoyed was the feeling of waking up long before her body wanted her too. Every morning her mother would trudge up..
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Her eyes snapped open, and she peered over to her clock. This time, she wasn't late for her first period class in 11th grade. Actually, she wasn't l..
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It was rare that she would take a cab instead of the train, but when she did take the cab, it was a nice quick trip, exiting almost. This cab ride w..
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Delilah ran downstairs in her pajamas, where was her mother? She searched for a note or some other indication to her location. She found nothing. Sh..
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It’s raining, of course. Why wouldn’t it be raining at a funeral? It’s a bit of a cliché though isn’t it? Everyone&rs..
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Skittles and people,
Two different things say you,
Not at all,
Quite the same,
Say I
Hard on the outside
Soft on the inside
Heat them up
T..
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