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One out of every twenty people in the world are the dreamers, and they hold hands with the sky . . .
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I'm kind of obsessed with ghostly love stories.
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In the valley I drove
The static-y radio a foghorn in sleepy ears
Energy petering out
Imagination dimming
Consciousnes battling to stay out of the..
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A tale of transcendence.
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I think she must be afraid of many things, she carries on so. Mom looks over her shoulder nervously as she creeps into her own kitchen, brandishing a ..
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The storm grows thick as the night wears on.
I can't feel the floor beneath me. The walls are so bare and this room, so dark. It causes me to grimace..
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In acorner of the forgotten attic hangs a broken piece of mirror, the edges like jagged teeth against the paneled wooden walls. Through the thick laye..
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"An--an angel?" I stutter. My empty heartbeat is painful in my hollow chest, but it's there, almost. It's all in my mind, of course. Still, the cold i..
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Get ready for a different kind of ghost story . . .
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"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."
--Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 3 ~~~~~~~ "Castiel."
The low-ranked angel's head jerked to attention..
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