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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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Shards of Glass

Shards of Glass
Have you ever wondered how your voice sounds like when you scream? When the rush of wind hit and unhinged my bedroom window, its metal frame fell down on me a little above my nose, the window glass splintered and shattered, a small piece of glass entered my eye and…

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