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House of rage.

House of rage.
It was a cold Monday morning when I was woken up by the sound of shattering glass, screaming and what seemed to be running people. I jumped out of my bed and as I was about to open the door to check out what was happening. It hit me. The…

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The Night of Terror

The Night of Terror
When the night was dead, the woods whispering with the voices of dark whooshing wind and unknown animals, I ran down the street of our little village, sweat flowing down my face. I heaved breathless sighs out of me, felt my heart rise up, and I thought it was going…

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Whispering into the dark

IAdaora, if I told you why, why I have chosen this path would it make a difference. Would it change the sad picture you have immersed in the still waters of memory’s reflections, one that I suspect is infinite in consequence and without repentance.Would the firm hands of…

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