I love shopping for gifts, but not when it's for someone I don't know. Why was I the one chosen to buy the gift for our new boss? If he hates it, they'll just throw me under the bus. As I walk down the sidewalk mumbling to myself, I look up and happen to catch …
I’m holding on for dear life. The instructions from the man on the recording beats around in my skull. I know who he is. Everyone does. Jigsaw came for me. Screams are leaving my mouth as I stare down below. What I first thought were fans are much deadlier than that. I look across from …
I open the door to her room. All of her stuff is still there, but the cold is unnatural. She never liked the cold. We never talked about her dying because I didn’t want to face that inevitably. I know she had said once that she will be with me in spirit, but why can’t …
The beginning of fall brings changes throughout this wooded area. The leaves are changing colors, and the wind whips around my face just a bit more. As I stray from the path and walk between the trees, I hear a sound from above. I look up, and a raven stares back at me. It flies …
Sweat beads on my forehead. My eye twitches ever so slightly. The knot in my stomach tightens. I’m afraid of what I will face behind that door. I begin to reach for the handle, when it starts rattling. What fear am I about to face?
Before I even opened my eyes, I felt the irritation run through my veins. Ugh! This is disgusting. This human vessel is in a deplorable shape. Why did I end up here? Who is the fool to summon me in this state? I crawl out of the bed that I found myself in, and I …
This feels wrong. Everything about this day feels wrong. The sky is bright blue with not a cloud in sight. Aren’t the heavens supposed to weep on days like this? Why am I the only one crying? The suit fits uncomfortably on my body as the sun bears down. The sweat mixes with my tears …
The moon shines no light tonight as I travel through the woods. The deafening silence only warns of the approaching danger. The only light that guides my path comes from the crystal in my hands. It’s guiding me somewhere. Where? I don’t know. I found the crystal in my bedroom one night. It just looked …
“X” is supposed to mark the spot. The treasure is supposed to be here, but I can’t find it. We tried so hard to find it. We lost so many people in the hunt. I’m the only one left. What’s the point of this treasure if there’s no one alive to have it.
The sling serves two roles. First, it prevents my arm from moving while it heals. Second, it reminds me of the cruelty of man. That night was a blur, but I clearly remember the pain from the blows that kept coming and coming. I will never forget the laughter that surrounded me as I curled …
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