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Garrett stared at her.  He at once felt weightless, as though all of his burdens were gone, as if they'd never even existed.  Somehow, s...

Old stockings Were flung Hastily Upon the mantle, The star Atop the tree Slightly askew, As we heard A jingle, Hoofsteps Rooftop....

"It is the first day of November, and so, today someone will die." "Does he always talk like that? It's a bit creepy!...

"Certain words or phrases are infinitely more lyrical than others,"  Nigel was talking to himself again. Nobody else would respond...

I fled into the mountains to cry out my despair to the skies.  Nobody followed me; it was expected that I would do as I was told.  Five goat...

This is fiction, Ma. "Sacrifices must be made, Svetlana."  Gregor's voice was hoarse with fatigue and cigarette smoke, bu...