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end to this. The dust entered and exited his nostrils like a tram cycling through the tunnels. He decided there was only one ending. With a decisive "bang" there was no more dust. -
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slowing down. Mr. Roach was a veteran folder, having written hundreds of snippets of stories. He wondered how many of these thoughts of his matched the intentions of the original
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The photographs had already started fading. The faces were still recognizable but with significant strain. It had only be 3 years but the whole town became stranded, haunted.
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I drifted further into nothingness. Time passed slowly, or quickly, or not at all... It was impossible to tell. There was nothing quite as dreadful as nothing. Then, at last,
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." They closed in, teeth glaring, claws open. My eyes shut instinctively as every life experience I owned played like a time lapse projected on my inner eye lids. "Give me somethin
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The hunger in their beady cub eyes quickly turned to greed. Fangs and claws flashed and blood both from carcass and cubs splattered. One beast stood satisfied next to the alpha.