She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Everything about her filled me with awe. She moved with such grace that I knew I had to be in the presence of a goddess.
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The Young Woman
Her dying words were “This isn’t the first time.” Those words were spoken while I was the only one in the room with her. I don’t know why she chose to say them to me, but she did. Perhaps it was because I’d known her my entire twelve years by then, but I never thought I was important to her. I only knew her because her parents and my parents were close, so she babysat me while she was in high-school. I shouldn’t have been important to her at all, but she waited until everyone but me was gone, said the words, and died before anyone could get back.
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Restless
The world is interesting after everybody has gone to sleep. Everything gets a little quieter. Even in the big cities that they say “never sleep.” In the small hours of the night, sometime after the bars close, but before the rush hour begins, it gets quiet, or, at least, nearly so.
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Monster
Her whole body trembles as tears swell in her eyes. She looks down at the body in front of her. This was the man I killed. It had been so easy too. One second he was a man with a family and a future, a single pull of the trigger later, he’s just a corpse, his only future to rot.
I look at the widow, tears streaming from her uncomprehending eyes.
I am a monster.
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The Most Important Line
“Once upon a time, there was a story so short, it was only a single line.”
That’s what my father always said to me when he’d tuck me in at night. I always thought it was just his little joke. You know, the thing he’d say so he wouldn’t have to tell me a real bedtime story? As I grew older, though, he never once wavered. He swore to me that it was real, but it wasn’t the one he told me every night. He said it was the greatest and most powerful story ever told. It even had it’s own book, he claimed, but just one. He said he even read it. He said, if I ever read it, it would change my life forever. He said a lot of things about this story that was only a single line. I didn’t believe any of them.
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Just Your Imagination
Just Your Imagination
Entry 1
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I’ve never really been the journal type before but I’m doing this anyway. I had a nightmare last night. It felt so real. It was an otherwise normal dream, nothing special, but something intruded. It almost felt like it came in from the outside. Everything seemed normal until something stood behind me. You could almost call it a ‘mask of death’ or some other silly bullshit. It looked human enough, I guess, just that it didn’t have any eyes. I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep after that. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep tonite either. Perhaps it has something to do with that thing I read before going to bed. It didn’t seem too scary, I did feel something behind me and turned around really fast, but it was nothing and I forgot about it pretty quickly. Apparently it got to me more than I thought. I’m sure these nightmares won’t last, just my imagination kicking into overdrive.
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