horror
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“It’s true I read it on the internet. Crows can recognize faces and even hold grudges. There was this study at the University of Washington where researchers wore masks to test crows’ facial recognition,” Maisie sputtered to a stop at the bemused look on her wife’s face.Maisie tossed down her spoon into her oatmeal bowl.
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The sink was dripping. Oliver was snoring. Cookie at the foot of the bed was snoring. On the baby monitor Isabella was breathing peacefully with baby snoring. The whole world was asleep except for me. I dreamt of something, something horrible, horrendous, and gone from my mind as soon as my eyelids opened. I swam
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The dirt driveway sneaked around and up to the Marrow farm. Officer Ravencroft drove up surveying the half rotten chicken coop and worn farmhouse. He slammed his patrol car door. Old Man Marrow watched the cop watching his farm.Without a word Lucan Marrow climbed down from his lopsided porch and headed for the circle.Ravencroft followed.
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“I need you to listen to me very carefully. You don’t know me, but I know you.” The voice in my head was calm as a cleaver. I had held my breath waiting when I noticed the blank envelope among the bills and circulars. I turned the letter carefully in my hands. No need to
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Although I couldn’t see, something told me I wasn’t alone in the cellar. This was my cellar, the place for my taters and rutabaga. There were shelves where I put up my peaches, my pickled watermelon, and my mama’s special apple butter. This is my cellar and I love its cool quiet walls.I can’t see
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“Whatcha doing?” Tony asked“Just killing my darlings, sweetie peach,” Mom answered.Still typing on her keyboard, she turned and smiled over at him. Tony was used to her magic and weirdness.“Can I have a juice box?”“Have a glass of milk and grab me a beer.” Mom returned to the soft glow of her screen.Tony made a
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Once upon a timeDamsels in distressA tower among the cloudsThe hero on a questTrue love’s kissIn the dark a chittering of evil Tell one more pleaseBedtime is princesses and knightsMan eating giants and question filled trollsFluffy stuffed bears and race car comfortersNot for meMy dreams were fed on other stories Sharp knives and trip wiresSnap
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There have always been signs. Ever since there have been have and have nots, beggars, derelicts, people currently without housing, those in need have communicated with others of their ilk to eat, to get help, to protect themselves. A small pile of stones hidden meant shelter. A coarse cross scratched on a doorstep meant a
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Dry leaves tickled the side of Paulina’s right cheek. Her mother calls her Lina but she likes it when Daddy called her Yo Pauly in a funny voice. Wishing she was warm on the sofa eating cereal, Paulina is chilly.Wet grass smell with a touch of iron rose around her. Confused Paulina tried to inhale.
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