Finished Folds (21—40)
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2, a toxic wasteland. They were warned not to go there, to the place where those perished. Remains of their lives could be seen, a bottle cap, a coin, a broken doll. It haunted.
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9error", but in, truth, I thought she was the most beautiful woman I ever met. Her being an angel only made me long for her even more. But it was forbidden. I was a demon. That nigh
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2that made up? Either way, Ludwig had cursed all who had taken the drug. Those who grew three heads would soon die from insanity, their multiple personalities couldn't coexist.
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4I blushed furiously as all on the dance floor stared at me. I used my hands to cover up the tear, but everyone saw it. "I was going to tell you I was a man," I told my date, "But
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3The milk was newly bought, and so was the fruit. The murderer had recently been here. The detective sat by the door of the apartment, waiting for the suspect's arrival.
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5back to what was known as the "safe neighborhood", well lit and with up-kept homes. To Michael, the place stunk like rich people with too much time. He preferred the broken glass.
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3faithful to him, protected under her glass jar. As the years passed, the Little Prince grew, and the rose started to wilt. As her last petal fell, she transformed into a princess.
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5kind of ability anymore, especially if it was in a strange, archaic language. But once they found the relic, they realized the planet had once belonged to another race: the humans.
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1the moon rising in the day. The air turned into melting candles and the time was almost up. I thought I belonged in a story, a grave, or an asylum. The dreams felt as real as rain.
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6new profile pic, no filter! I floated away from my computer, unable to close the lid. As I phased through the screen, it started to dawn on me of how boring it was to be a ghost.
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6, because I was born in a sensory deprivation tank. My mother birthed me there, so I have always been familiar with the void. I still long to be in that cold cylinder, to see them.
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7stumbling on words because there was nothing his body could perform well anymore except for basic bodily functions. He was now almost in a vegetative state, and he would soon rest.
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6, only a few traces of his blood on some discarded forks in the diner. The dingy place ran a small cannibalism business on the side, and those who paid, paid very well indeed.
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2as they shrieked, ducking. A few children started to cry, and the teacher stood frozen. They knew were coming for them next. So as one girl unfolded her wings to fly, we shot them.
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5On quiet streets desperate souls sell what they have left to the organ thief, perhaps a kidney one day, some intestine another. But once he clasps onto your heart, you are empty.
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3on reality. The mushrooms, he realized, were better than any street drug he'd tried before, and gave him the sense of dreams and twisted thoughts. It seemed as real as reality.
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4life of folding stories leading nowhere on the internet. Disguised as an anonymous user, MoralEnd, the alien, lures the child into playing a game of life or death, of writing.
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6ttern as if warning him to leave the casino. But nothing would make him hesitate. As the lights blink in unison, and the poker chips clatter, he places down his last bet: His soul.
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1, crumpled on the stage ground. The audience stared at me with wide eyes. It was Merde who broke the silence. "It seems our patient has escaped!" he laughed nervously as I glared.
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7Felanitx was the sort of place that tended to go unseen, a city of strange inhabitants, located between nightmares and reality. So it was no wonder a girl wandered too far into it.