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All my life I had been hidden away; suffocated by the darkness.

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The wind whipped the fire into a sputtering dance, and cast its writhing along the periphery.

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As they hiked higher past the treeline, a creeping unease lifted the hairs of her arms, and her nose prickled with the smell of ozone.

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Back home in a time almost forgotten—a time when she breathed out dandelion seeds and rolled purple dead-nettles between her fingers—she had never thought of weeds as weeds; they were simply well-adapted; insistent on survival.

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The thrumming rain used to bring him comfort.

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I had buried it deep, deep, and deeper still.

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Today, everyone was smiling at him; the steely neighbor across the street, the ambivalent barista, the surly post office clerk.

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The wildflowers didn’t mind.

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She often ran through the wooded section of the trail where the tree limbs knit their bony fingers.

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They found no shelter beneath the dead white tree.

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
All my life I had been hidden away; suffocated by the darkness.	1009	TwoSentenceHorror
The wind whipped the fire into a sputtering dance, and cast its writhing along the periphery.	805	TwoSentenceHorror
As they hiked higher past the treeline, a creeping unease lifted the hairs of her arms, and her nose prickled with the smell of ozone.	116	TwoSentenceHorror
Back home in a time almost forgotten—a time when she breathed out dandelion seeds and rolled purple dead-nettles between her fingers—she had never thought of weeds as weeds; they were simply well-adapted; insistent on survival.	88	TwoSentenceHorror
The thrumming rain used to bring him comfort.	76	TwoSentenceHorror
I had buried it deep, deep, and deeper still.	71	TwoSentenceHorror
Today, everyone was smiling at him; the steely neighbor across the street, the ambivalent barista, the surly post office clerk.	67	TwoSentenceHorror
The wildflowers didn’t mind.	45	TwoSentenceHorror
She often ran through the wooded section of the trail where the tree limbs knit their bony fingers.	44	TwoSentenceHorror
They found no shelter beneath the dead white tree.	42	TwoSentenceHorror