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The Buisness of Digging Holes by RuskytersDimness, literature

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The Buisness of Digging Holes

I have nearly finished digging my hole. In a moment the shocked silence will end and the shouting shall commence. My ignorance shall be received as stupidity and I shall not wince. I would much rather the wooden spoon she has threatened, but her serrated words will suffice. I barricade myself internally and leave but one thought as my safe guard. As her biting words twist and tangle I feel the stab of penetration. As the aching begins my single thought becomes my safety blanket as her words begin to make my throat ache and my heart wane, there is but one comfort. I seek comfort in the thought of the old love which has brought upon me an unmis

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The Year of the Bear by BookLyrm, literature

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The Year of the Bear

I ignore the first prominent crackle in the underbrush to my left. It's most likely a squirrel, and I've seen plenty of those. One more does not interest me. It's early August in northern New Jersey and it's hot enough to melt butter even in the leafy shade beneath the oaks at the edge of the pond. The heat makes me so lazy that I don't even want roll my head sideways on the battered plastic pool chair for a glance to the left. Anyway, Dracula is getting exciting. I ruffle the pages to go in my face, wishing that a real breeze would blow across the water. An answering ruffle of leaves does not surprise me. If it's not a squirrel then it's p

Luminescence by BookLyrm, literature

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Luminescence

Andy Albertson was forty years too old to be hitchhiking when Jesse Guthrie pulled over on the highway in the middle of the Texas panhandle to pick him up. "Thanks, man," Andy huffed as he opened the trailer unit's door. The cabin was so high up that the floor was almost above his head, so it took some work to wrestle his bulging backpack into the space between the seat and the dash. Once that was done, he placed a foot on the first step and hauled himself high enough to see into the passenger's seat—and found himself nose to whiskers with a fat white rabbit. "Don't mind him." The voice was higher than Andy expected, but he didn't have