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There are times I wish that I could sleep. I’ve heard that it is a human’s ultimate way to escape from reality, fear, the ..

“Here’s her folder and it’s room 103. Down the hall and to the left.” Carlisle told me. I had agreed to wor..

It had been a week and in that particular week I had experienced many odd situations. One, I couldn’t read Melody’s minds ..

The wind rustled newly leafed plants, skies dotted with clouds. Spring was here; new life was beginning. In this forest...

The city was left abandoned, left as a shadow, and became only a fragment of one�s perfect memory...

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