A Quiet Friday Evening

  It was around half past twelve at night when I stumbled home. I hadn’t really drunk, although most people of my age would have. My friends and I aren’t really drinkers, which I kind of like. We prefer to do board gaming, whilst listening to some tunes of some independent artists we had just discovered that week. This was…

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The Shift

It started on August 20th, 1990. Police were raiding a small warehouse in New York City under the suspicion of drug trafficking centered upon that building. No evidence was found in the warehouse except for a floppy disk labeled “WE CANNOT STOP IT.” Officer Charles F. was assigned with the task of reviewing the contents of the floppy disk. Four…

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The Strings

Have you ever had an experience that suggested that someone else was in your house, and just thought, “I don’t want to know” and left it? Sometimes, fear of the unknown just seems like the preferable option than facing a real, concrete danger. Normally, it’s nothing. One time, the beeper function of my wireless house phone went off, when I…

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Dying Light

During that uncanny hour when night and day become one, shadows crawl throughout the house searching for scraps of light to feast upon. The candle burning at my side casts a luminous dish upon my withered face- a feast to commemorate the splitting of this world. Where once my thoughts were fixated on days yet to come, now they desperately…

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Paintings

There's a bum that lives in our neighborhood in Queens. He used to beg for change but started painting one day. He went to a recycle place and collected old paint cans. Most of them still have a little paint left in them, but God knows where he got the brush. He started painting on whatever garbage he could find…

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