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The Baron came home in the early morn, only to find a strange man infront of his bridge, bent over a corpse and engorging himself on it's f
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Charles Wilson was definitely real and definitely alive, of that there can be no doubt.
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Alice in the wonderland, not quite.
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The Red Zone
The last thing the troop saw before death consumed him was his killer. The killer was restrained in a straitjacket, and a m
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She was seductive and beautiful, a favorite of he house. When she was around, there were no barriers or limits. The moment she entered a r
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Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a young boy named Aiden. He grew up with his father and two younger sisters in a house made of bamboo shoots, banana leaves and vines and he had clothes made of grass. Each day
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The middle-aged man’s watery, bulgy eyes regarded her hungrily as she stood before the flimsily-latched door of the motel room, her thin shoulders hunched in on themselves. She saw him swallow, his Adam’s apple prominent even
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The knife penetrates easily, the silver blade gleaming as it delicately slides into the flesh. Blood drips from the incision pouring into a puddle of crimson rain on the floor. It was a beautiful moment, and Navaeh savored it
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Every day I hear him. Like a best friend or a worst enemy always nagging at the back of my head. I try not to listen to him, but it is very hard sometimes. / "Say 'this', or say 'that'", he'll tell me, gently whisp
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Twisted Nursery Ryes / A / N: This is my twisted take on Nursery Ryes. / Jack and Jill / Jack and Jill went a hill to catch a pill of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbl
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A woman decides to plant a single seed that she received mysteriously in the mail. God help her and the rest of her family, but that is th
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It was a peer, not Mother, who told me about my heritage and how the town thought I was better off dead. Anger overcame me, a strange emotion with eyes of cold logic and flames of hatred. Anger at being the only one who didn’
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She bled, like she’d never bled before. I’d seen her cut her finger chopping onions once, but that miserable scratch was nothing compared to the scarlet river that now spurted forth from her chest, in sudden spasms of liquid
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The two little girls hunched earnestly over the board game, faces serious, concentrating intently as they counted out the number of steps their players would be needing to move. One child was blonde, perhaps six or seven year
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She's been sucked down the drain, but the madness has yet to begin...
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Down the drain, but will she end up in Wonderland?
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