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The Shop Downtown
It was a strange and terrifying feeling to forget your own name. “H-harrows, I mean, uh—Harry Hollows.” It was supposed to be my first day of work at the local…
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On The First Night
Reverie 09:59, 3rd January The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly. My mind was in a daze, only focusing on the fact I was late. The unfamiliar walls, windows and waves…
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The Looking Glass
7.42 PM Chloe Carter leant against the white edge of the alcove between Rooms 11 and 13, breath grey and misted, as she itched for another cigarette. She scratched her…
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The Taint in Your Eyes
Clarity has always had its way of eluding me. Eyes open? Eyes closed? It holds little difference to me. It’s all a gray blur. I’ve rubbed my eyes raw so…
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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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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…