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Chapter Seven “Since you won’t listen the reason and just sit quietly in a cell for a month or two, we have to go with Plan B,” Professor Nelson stated, for once lacking his character cigarette

There is a legend about tunnels everywhere has them, they are deep under the ground built centuries ago. They were believed to have a strong magical force infused into the walls

CHAPTER 8 100% FICTION The two boys lay still in complete silence as Jake sniffed around then went away back to his bed next to Butch. I'm freezing said Billy. I am too said Mat. When do you think the doctor will be back? Well..

"For the panic of the wilderness called to him in that far voice—the power of untamed distance, the desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably. He had seen the Wendigo." -Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo"

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*Note from the Author- These characters and events are mine. This belongs to me and isn't open copy or share. For your additional understanding

CHAPTER FOUR 2ND TUESDAY The phone wakes him at seven thirty and he grabs it at his bedside before it wakes Marlene but as he glances her way he notices she is already up and gone. He says, "Good morning

It was ten in the morning when the man who had called about the sofa Alice was selling arrived at her door. Alice is a pretty BBW in her mid forties. Blonde 5' 3" tall weighing about 210 pounds, she is dressed in black slacks and a sensible blouse

Vlad awoke to see Rachel sleeping next to him. The sunlight almost blinded him as he looked up. Luckily after 300 years of magical experimentation he had created an immunity to sunlight. Watching Rachel sleep, Vlad suddenly felt a deep burning desire. Not love or lust. Thirst

Chapter 2 Helena woke up with a scream, reaching up to the ceiling as if to grab a lifeline thrown to her. She was back in her bed but looked around fearfully for Xavier, finding only her concerned roommate. “Are you ok?” “Yeah… I’m ok, just a bad dream

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Inside the stifling cellar the afternoon heat had nowhere to go so the walls seemed to perspire the syrup air thick and stale. The undertaker had hooded all three women desensitising them; allowing him time to manipulate each of their sweaty bodies into the positions he like

It was a grey and mundane day as Celia Hanson walked out of her boarding school

Project Assassin the Perfect Killer I awoke in the desert at least I believed it to be the desert. I looked around the barren landscape before me as I stood up from where I had awakened. I stood there looking around at this strange place wondering where I was

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"Help! Somebody please! Where am I" Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs letting it echo upward in the vast canon. Kayla had no clue where she was, her last memory was laying her head down for bed, and now she was somewhere completely vacant to her mind

This story has been mostly finished for a while. I thought of entering it in CAW #17, since the theme is “you gotta love a man in uniform”. There is love of a sort, and there are lots of uniforms, but this is too scary a tale for a non-Halloween-themed Challenge

Paula pulled up outside the motel room, it was late and dark, the sky full of heavy cloud which promised a storm later. Paula felt tired and stiff as she had been driving for several hours

Sasha walked through the grave yard with a drink in hand, her finger going around one small spool of yarn of eight in her jacket pocket. She was a sewer. Her hair was long, wavy and black. The girl of Japanese heritage wore spandex pants, a white t-shirt and a shiny leather jacket

“Books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No force can abolish memory.” -Franklin Roosevelt *** It started with a play