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He slept under the covers for the first time since the ghost had been busted. That moment where he'd felt safe under the covers, then seen a ghost beneath had ruined his safe place

There once was a boy from Madras. He always came last in class.

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Last night I came up with this awesome idea for a FoldingStory. It was funny, insightful, and had limitless direction. But then I forgot what it was. It was probably something like

When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle

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Forgive m,e my lord, tonight's dinner was made by the mad clown Springy. I'm afraid it's a bit

It was just me and Budweiser on Green Street, waiting for the girls to show. Johnny Cash was singing about roses and

This new art app is just a reminder people are too lazy for words. They only want pictures. I have no talent. I just blew seven dollars on making myself miserable all over again.

There once was a man from Nantucket

I didn’t want to get out of the car and go back in the house. My rust colored El Camino’s battery was in the fifteenth round and was against the ropes pissing blood.

He took one last look at everything. His misty, olive green eyes scanned the area. The old ladder leading up to the treehouse. The ducks playing in the lake. Everything. What he

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I am a Son of Amber, living in the wrong world. My Trumps destroyed, my smartphone dashed, my pow'rs enfeebled, I await my fate in this opaque and arbitrary excuse of a world, as

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