Category: Questions
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The Nightmare
The face in the reflection of the old broken mirror kept changing. He… she… it… transformed in more ways than one… older… younger… thinner… the person looking out of the mirror was most definitely not the person looking into it. Shattered and gaunt, no voice to scream, trapped in an absurd reality and no means…
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Four
There was something about today that I couldn’t place. I got up in a hurry this morning as I was on the verge of oversleeping, but that wasn’t it. I just couldn’t work out what it was that was lingering with me, in the ether. It wasn’t anything dark and foreboding, like the clouds that…