Finished Folds (1—9)
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3"Arre you ready?" Those three words broke my inatentive stare. "Sure." I replied as I adjusted my suit cuff. We walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door, and waited. Soon the
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3David stood there, sweaty and hot. The 90 degree day was not kind to him, seeing as he was wearing a suit and tie, standing on a street corner, his gaze affixed to his watch. Soon,
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6It was cold. Too cold. The razor winds slashed at skin, my arms and lips freezing and chapped,as I tried to find something flamable. If I was to survive, I would need fire and
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3The funny thing was, he knew. It was only afterward that I learned this, and yet he was able to keep quiet all this time. I should have expected this, seeing as he has a history of
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2that there could be a way off of this foresaken island. Her life was boring and a struggle, to find food and shelter, the sealion and seagull staving off the boredom. That is until
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1how massive this place was. Dunes, as far as the eye could see, creating a stark brownish yellow contrast to the deep blue sky. It was so striking, I stared untill
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1a loud thud. I jumped backwards, and immediatley heard two more in rapid sucsession, only to realize that these were my only footsteps. But this only riased another question. Why
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4about was the red & blue light that the ambulance sprayed across the arid landscape. I soon realized that I was laying in the center of the road, all but road kill, and wondering
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3, while working in his parents small bakery, an odd looking man had entered. One was tall, with his thick hair crunched under a hat, and was strangley holding a