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The walls were liquid, melting, streaming upwards like a jungle waterfall paused on video and then played in reverse. A man stood, his back arrow straight, dressed in a suit, in a seemingly endless puddle as wide as the mouth
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You know that smell like dead flowers in old water on a shelf with pretty ones that still smell sweet and haven’t died yet? The kind of smell when different potions mix together and make that strange sour from all the women a
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My step is professional: clipped, calm, and precise. My gait steady but not slow. I walk through an alabaster corridor with multiple pictur
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by Maui Jane 1200 words, 14 comments, on Dec 10 3:42 PM 2008. In Depression, Fiction, Other, Suicide, Tragedy, Young adult
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by Maui Jane 1500 words, on Dec 10 3:33 PM 2008. In Angst, Depression, Fiction, First person, Weird, Young adult
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lay without moving, my ears straining for any nuisance of sound. Each breath I catch and hold as long as I can until slowly it seeps out.
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