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"Whoa, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, you're jumpy. Herecatch." He tossed the bible at her. She caught it deftly. "Thanks. Sorry, it's just tha..
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the chasms of mourning echo loud, vastly past the horizonacross the moaning sobs of those whose love requitedthey intertwine there to reach heavens hi..
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real is any feeling that's perceived by your senses, whether physical or spiritualnothing in or out the realm ofconsciousnessand perception is unreal,..
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"So why did you decide to follow? Scared of the Mothman?" "Maybe, . . . nah, just worried you'd try to hook up withmy sister." "Duh, she's only f..
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i am unglued sitting here in solitudelate august surrounds me, birds are chirpingsunlit trees' leaves keep my companymuscles loose, droop, my nerves u..
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They saw the remains of her broken campsite from the brow of the canyon. They'd just reached the top from a three and a half hour uphill climb. Dust s..
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She smelled mustiness her first night, probably emanating from the black mold prevalent throughout the moist areas in the abandoned house. She decide..
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. . . melancholic vitriolic virtuoso's dirge in the face of a global warming, burning sunwhose rise and fall to dusk bleeds its rays of a leaking run ..
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Captain Jobe descended at 5 feet per second approaching the spinning dome of strobe lights. His suit's fabric absorbed the pulsating vibrations of h..
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the shards of vitreous rock are sharp, as i trek across them,my synthetic soles cause their forms to clash, giving soundlike breaking pottery in this ..
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