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            It all began with a pair of odd sounds. The first, reminiscent of an egg cracking, was followed immediately by the second, which was not unlike the wail of rushing wind through the least crack in a window. Both were so faint that, had I been in the next room, I should not have heard them at all.More...

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The expression on my fathers face reminded me of a terrible sentence written on a white sheet of paper, that horrible look in his eyes, the exclamation point. Never in my fourteen years had I seen my father look like that. He had the appearance of a man who had just suffered some great offense and was now biting back fury, he could, for perhaps only a few seconds longer contain. He had (just an instant earlier) burst through the door of our small country home and was now just standing there (his hand still on the doorknob), staring at his family as if he didn’t know who we were. In that instant I felt the same way towards him. More...

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Sunday morning. Tom yawned wearily and scratched his crotch freeing mats of hair. Smears of the familiar object of his home past by, as he staggered to the bathroom. Piss streamed down in hot sweet relief. A blob of toothpaste pushed out onto the toothbrush and then he raked it back-and-forth, back-and-forth across fuzzy teeth. More...

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"This is going to sound contrived," Paul Vizzini began as he bit at the heel of his chalky 35-year-old palm. "Like a tall tale, or an urban legend, what my nephews call F.O.A.F. stories, it means friend of a friend. But upon my mother's grave it is the truth."
"Go, on Mr. Vizzini, I doubt it can be that fantastical," Dr. Elizabeth Engels implored from behind him in the darkened nook of the office. More...

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Everything came back in flashes. The dog. His father lying on the couch. His arm. His black arm. The black thing that attacked and killed his father, the nurse…his arm…my arm!
Adam opened his eyes. The pale white ceiling above came as a comfort and contrast to his dark, black dreams. Swirling images of people running, screaming, and dying. More...

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