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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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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…
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Seeds
Arthur Miller is arrested two days before Christmas. It has been three months since Cody disappeared, and Miller is nothing more than a ghost of a man. His face is…
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An Overdue Parting
It was a Saturday evening like any other, as Luke stepped out of the wooden door that separated the fresh air and the dullness of his house. The clouds in…
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Infestation
Not only was she broke, she was also hungry and half dead from exhaustion. Life wasn't treating her fairly. The one and only apartment she could ever afford was tinier…
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The Monster In Her Closet
Cold. All she felt was the cold. It was hard for her to imagine that just a year ago, she had always anticipated the season of frost. She loved to…
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The Fervour of Breath
John Doe From the veil, birthed, I was blind Lost - from night to night - unkind Ash or clay, that clad my heart I did not know, the end…
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Dream Man
I never understood how dreams worked. I had never dreamt, as dreaming is a neurological process requiring both sleep and a brain, neither of which I possessed. I doubt I…