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Exchange tickets for a prize inside, the man said.

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I joined something recently called puppy drag racing, but they wouldn't let me enter.

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It was already dark by the time we got to the campsite but my son wanted to go to the lake and at least skip Stones.

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Something kept biting my fingers, as I cleaned my murky fish tank.

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The thing, whatever one might name a twisted amalgam of flesh, was looking at her, for the lack of a better word, with its gaunt, eyeless face.

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Clutching at her side, pushing out a whimper until it turned into a growl. She stomped ever forward, up the stairs, to where he lay dying.

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Staring at the starry sky, I wondered how many others were doing the same,

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The kids outside were untangling their jumping rope, as one asked me if I wanted to play along.

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I know nothing of fear, from the first perspective.

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No sound of terminal respiratory secretion, nor movement from postmortem spasm.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Exchange tickets for a prize inside, the man said.	46
I joined something recently called puppy drag racing, but they wouldn't let me enter.	38
It was already dark by the time we got to the campsite but my son wanted to go to the lake and at least skip Stones.	37
Something kept biting my fingers, as I cleaned my murky fish tank.	23
The thing, whatever one might name a twisted amalgam of flesh, was looking at her, for the lack of a better word, with its gaunt, eyeless face.	16
Clutching at her side, pushing out a whimper until it turned into a growl. She stomped ever forward, up the stairs, to where he lay dying.	12
Staring at the starry sky, I wondered how many others were doing the same,	11
The kids outside were untangling their jumping rope, as one asked me if I wanted to play along.	10
I know nothing of fear, from the first perspective.	7
No sound of terminal respiratory secretion, nor movement from postmortem spasm.	7