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It was a hot summer's day, and Katharine Bennett had been cleaning out a cluttered kitchen cupboard when she came across a jar that she had never seen before. It caught her eye, as there was a label on it, a white rectangular sticker that had her name neatly scrawled across it. It wasn't her mother's handwriting, her father's, nor was it her own.Clutching the jar in her hand, she slowly climbed down the step-stool that she had been precariously balancing on. The jar wasn't made of clear glass, it was yellow porcelain, with pink detailing across it. It looked like a jar that belonged in a ...
Nightmare of Reality
The hanging incandescent bulb above him flickered. Once again, he awoke - his neck stiff from his head hanging heavy on his breast. His wrists chafed behind him, and he tasted blood in his dry mouth. His stomach ached, and his hands shook with hunger. As if the creature could sense him stirring, the stench of the Ballakk filled Tolun’s nostrils. He heard the slithering gimped gait of his captor coming towards him, and his body trembled with a mixture of hatred and terror. “Gooood morrrrnnning,” a thick, deep voice rumbled. “Haaave you resssssted?” A disgusting, venomous laugh followed, and sm...
Serendipitous
“Fine.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Then I quit.”I set his coffee down on the Mahogany table and pretend my insides haven’t just turned to jello. The two caterpillar-sized eyebrows on Rob’s head knit into one. “You can’t quit, Keira. Because you’re fired!” I spin around and rush out of the corner office of my long-time boss, Robert Stoop. I only make it halfway to my thin, wooden, scratched desk that someone probably dug out of the trash before I have to grab hold of a desk to steady myself. It hardly helps. I think I’m going to be sick. This is just like in eighth grade when I tried to ...
The Mask
(Sensitive Content: Slight Gore, Skin Picking)What if I told you the miracle of eternal beauty was possible, and quite within reach? You’d jump at the opportunity, right? Everyone wants to be beautiful. No one wants to feel less-than. Tell me, how do you feel when you see someone with incredible, undeniable beauty, and see them fawned over for it constantly? Some may think to themselves, “I don’t care, I’m beautiful too.” But you can’t deny, deep inside, the boiling jealousy, the aching envy, the toil and pain of feeling like you’re less-than, no matter how hard you try to shove it down. And t...