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Midnight Sun
MINUTE 0 He’s still crying when the song ends. The sky glitters black and blue like a bruise, scorching a brand into Rex’s heart. The end, it spells out, drops…
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At First Sight
In a world where a single gaze could empty your memory, I wonder, If you would still look up at me? Not to remember, but to choose? Eye to eye.…
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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 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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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…