Dreams
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It was just another family tradition. Although, one may say, a bit unusual. Repeated year after year, for as long back as anyone can remember, our family has always fed Aunt Martha. At least that is what we called her. She wasn’t really an Aunt at all – in fact she wasn’t even human. Aunt
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I imagine if I were to ever take drugs, I’d have similar visions that come alive in my dreams. This is why I don’t do drugs. During my childhood, my Mom had always enjoyed having life-sized dolls placed in various rooms. They would either be sitting innocently on armchairs or creepily standing in corners. I’m
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It was a shabby apartment, but that isn’t why I left him. I looked around our small studio and stared at the once vibrant paisley wallpaper. Now faded and torn, it exposed a dirty green wall that probably once lit up this room with the sunlight. I imagine it became dull quite quickly. I looked
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Her mother hired me. She was a put-together woman- successful, polished, proper and kind. I met the Father once. He seemed sweet but then again, I only saw him that one time. I approached their massive and elegant house the first day, looking for the side door they said I could enter. Their Airbnb guests
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Starting off spooky season with one of my favorites! This is based on a dream I had when I was younger and had teddy bears. I don’t think I had any after this. Let me know what you think in the comments below the post!
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I woke up, realizing I was suspended in a net hundreds of feet above the ground. Alarming, no? Down below, I could barely make out a courtyard we were so high up. It was lined with trees, sprawled pathways, and a glamorous fountain was positioned in the center. However, an abyss of darkness surrounded the
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I was falling asleep when the faint outline of a door appeared on my ceiling. I was thinking of what I had to do the next day, when I started to notice it. The outline was blurry though. I was falling asleep- maybe it wasn’t actually there. No, there was definitely a door on my
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The train arrives promptly at eight o’ five And she takes a seat at the farthest bench. Heart beating fast, telling her she is alive, Escaping a life that was so entrenched. Surrounded by unchanging ideals That only altered in the depth of night, Make this moment feel so unreal, And she hardly
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The twin-sized, metal-framed bed creaks every time we move, each creak more unsettling than the last. My parents and I have been relocated to a social center in the center of the city, and the bed is our only private area in a room full of other families. It’s a single room but fits about
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All I could hear, all I wanted to hear, were my feet pounding against the pavement. I gulped in air as the stitch in my side was threatening to crumple me and my heart was preparing to burst. I finally reached the high school and looked for a loose board. Found two. Although stained red,
Simply Kayla 