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The 13th Hour
The mantelpiece clock let out a low mechanical sigh, Then plunged at full speed into its twelve wailing chimes, The silence was disrupted by the ripple of sound waves, Like…
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Our (Many) Midnight Rendezvous
“Earth to Bella,” a voice, deep and imposing, called out to me. “Earth to Bella!” I woke up startled and confused. Where was I again? Oh right, class. Physics class,…
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The Fireworks At Midnight
Estelle 23:04, 12th December Chilled air wafted through my hair, basked in starlight and carnival luminescence. The wind was not quite strong enough to mess up the perm I just…
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Book Reviews: The Midnight Stories
Midnight Books: Midnight in London By stelreadsloads12 Hello, everyone! On this week’s adventure to finding the perfect midnight story, I’ll be reviewing a pretty unknown book—Midnight In London. I found…
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In White
Midnight is a curse. The house holds its breath like a prayer, silence sewing itself into the walls. There is nothing signifying that this place is a home, the fluorescent…
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Hunted
There were two roles in nature: hunter and prey. Dire wolves typically belonged to the former category, and they were usually the dominant species on snowy mountains. As a pack,…
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Last Snowfall Of A Dying God
He did not feel it, as eons stretched and all that remained was the stardust in the abyss of the universe. He knew only the death of life - it…
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In The Mirror
The frigid air blanketed everything in sight; Leo slowly dragged his leather booths on the snow ladened pathway. With one hand, he adjusted his grey beanie so that his head…
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Hyacinth Lane
It is often felt, and less remarked upon, that the most bothersome thing in the world is to wait. It requires both patience and a strong mind to allow enough…
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No More Christmas
“That’s right, I killed Santa.” The words were out of my mouth, sharp and final, as I watched the light dim in my five-year-old son’s eyes. My heart clenched, painfully…