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Missing Soul

"No, that's not right" I thought. It wasn't my face, but everything that began to glow. The edges of everything blurred and shined with an ultraviolet light. Not light, the exact opposite, but...bright. No, not bright, brilliant. The red dripped down my nose and wrapped around my nostril. The sky, so cold and dead before, flared and exploded when it did. That smell...

That...that smell...

The world was pulsing in time with the strange rhythm of her chants. The sounds slowly became words, familiar, their meaning just on the tip of the tongue. Everything swam. It was all building, building to something.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped. The spinning stopped. Everything stopped so abruptly I felt like I'd been thrown against a wall.

Then the screams bled into my awareness. Men shouting. Humming, whizzing, things flew past me so fast. It was an attack. An ambush. Again, something else caused me to move, to act, I was pushed down somewhere. Men, shouting orders, shouting in pain.
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When One Hundred Million Died

I looked around the tiny room I called home. Would I do it today? Maybe wait until tomorrow, a tomorrow that might not come? I reached down and touched the cheap swap meet knife that had saved my life so many times in so many ways. I had that and a sharpening stone and a lighter. Those three got me through a lot. I knew I had a few cans of tuna left from that store, I'd be able to take one with me. I also had the bat. I never looked at the head, just the tip of the handle. The clean part. I hated that bat, but secretly loved it even more. I had a refrigerator magnet and a paperclip that made an okay compass if I needed one, but I didn't have a map. I didn't know where this thing was, or what it looked like, or even if it was still there, but it was the last thing I could do for my sister. The last thing...

Maybe I'll go tomorrow.

The sun drooped and I started to get things ready for the night. I hated the night. Nothing good ever came from it. The animals like to hunt at night.
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Her left eye opened. The gentle light of morning had made it's way through the interstices of their small stone house's straw ceiling. Her right eye opened. A gale of wind came through a hole near the upper corner of the wall chilling the sides of her arms and legs, conjuring happiness in her. Her mouth opened. "Winter and summer every morning..."

Life of a Teenage Freak

September 3rd,
First day of school, so excited. Nope. I know something bad is gonna happen either to me or to someone else.
I'm back from school. What do you know my hypothesis was correct. A girl named Jane was a victim to the popular's. Apparently her and her brother are new. Jane had long red curly hair. She had green eyes, pale skin, and freckled which were scattered all over her face. She seemed pretty nice, but I've survived the first year of HighSchool and I know I need to be skeptical. I'm not very known for having friends. Because when I moved all my old friends left me.
Let the hell begin.
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