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Page 5 - unnamed storyWraith lined a corner of the shack with moist moss and continued collecting food and piling it upon the moss. Occasionally it would come across nuts and seeds fallen from trees or dropped by a scurrying rodent hurrying home before the dark, these were placed into another crude bowl, this one wooden, and placed upon the high end of the shelf.
During the collecting the Wraith spotted several small nests in amongst the bracken and in small bowers amongst the ferns. When the Wraith had finished its mushroom, fern bud, and berry gathering it headed back to each of the nests and took a few eggs from each nest and placed them with the three in the bowl. When all this was done the Wraith looked at the sky to try and gauge the time, and was startled to see the sun had passed its zenith. The last thing the Wraith had to do for the day was fill the water containers then it could have something to eat and rest its throbbing leg, which had begun to weep again. It shambled down to the str
Page 4 - unnamed storymound was sprayed with drying blood and tufts of fur that appeared to be from a hare, nearby the grass was flattened and parallel grooves had been gouged in the soft moss. The Wraith, shocked by the evidence of violence, was unable to move; it had heard nothing, no sound, screams or even the thud of an impact. It should have heard something; it was sleeping only meters below when this happened. It desperately wanted to go hide in its shack, but it needed food more, it would just have to be more wary during the search for food.
It turned away from the sight and moved towards the tree with the nest. From this height the Wraith could see that there were five eggs in the nest, and decided to take three. Reaching up it grabbed the end of the branch and pulled it down towards itself, lowering the nest in the process. It picked the three smaller eggs and gently returned the branch to its natural position, not wanting to fling the remaining eggs out of the nest. It tucked the eggs into an unse
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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