David: Welcome Thomas‚ we are very glad you came. Thomas: Thanks! I am happy to be here. David: We invited you here to ask you questions about your last several weeks during the trials. These trials must had been very hard on you and your friends. Thomas: Yes‚ those weeks were the hardest times of my life‚ and the only ones I can remember. David: Why is that? Thomas: When WICKED first gathered all of their test subjects‚ they erased most of our memories. We could remember the names of objects
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Gone “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live”-Norman Cousins. I think half of me died along with him too. It has been 11 years since my dad passed away. I was brainwashed when Dedicators bought me into the city. They’d said I’d never get over his death‚ honestly‚ I didn’t. He was fighting back‚ from what exactly I couldn’t place. I saw my face in his full of a rare savage. He was on the ground full of agony and pain. I was weeping
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on it‚ I realized it was fear. The kind of fear that followed you up the stairs as a kid‚ or maybe still now‚ convinced that something of the imagination was lurking only a few steps behind you. Or when you’re laying in bed‚ and every creak of the house or crackle of branches in the wind‚ becomes a stranger invading your home. These are all fears created in
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"Are you sure you’ll be fine without me?" Mabel asked‚ twiddling her numbs nervously as she sat on her bed in the room she shared with her brother in the Mystery Shack. Mabel was preparing to leave for a fun day with her friends‚ Candy and Grenda‚ as she planned to spend this summer more focused on friends and family more so than romance. In response to her question‚ Dipper gave a small nod‚ and coughed in between. Dipper gave her a weak smile‚ his voice cracked awkwardly even more than usual because
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Today happened to be a cloudy‚ overcast day with an air temperature of six degrees Celsius and the water a few degrees warmer. The day held the promise of a winter storm approaching well before nightfall. The surf’s rough‚ but nothing a raft of Selkies or seals couldn’t handle. Now the local Selkie clan would meet the three male Leopard seal out in the ocean in their non-humanoid form. The Leopard seal shifters differ vastly from the Selkies. Selkies required their fur pelt to take on their Selkie
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Jensen was sitting in the living room he had spread the contents of Jared’s wallet out on the coffee table. Jared walked down the stairs slowly. His hair still wet from the long shower he took‚ trying to scrub away Jensen’s scent. He wasn’t in shock any longer‚ but he was still scared of his alpha. Peeking into the living room he saw his alpha going through his wallet. Anger took over his fear‚ and he walked into the living room. Jensen looked up at Jared. “Good‚ er Jared. Come here.” Jared walked
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Shaking his head‚ Steve quickly glancing around. "What happened?" He asks‚ trying to pull his throbbing arms down to his side. Unable to move them‚ he looks up to find his hands were tied together above his head. Tracing the rope with his eyes‚ he sees it’s looped around a hook hanging down from a small ceiling rafter. Steve tried to wiggle free‚ but soon realizes the restraints tighten with every movement. Using all of his weight‚ he pulls down on the ropes‚ hoping he could break the small ceiling
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The Short Story. Basic Literary Elements of The Short Story. 1.1.History of The Development of The Short Story. 1.1.1.Early Forms.Origins. The short story refers to a work of fiction that is usually written in prose‚ usually in narrative format. This format or medium tends to be more pointed than longer works of fiction‚ such as novellas (in the 20th and 21st century sense) and novels or books. Short story definitions based upon length differ somewhat even among professional writers
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As I walked my fingers across the brown flimsy opening of the cardboard box my other hand reached for my tattered old teddy‚ I’d had him ever since I can remember – he was a gift from my aunt Elizabeth. While my hands were holding the bear a tidal wave of memories came rushing back into my mind of the moments that him and I shared‚ alas they are now just memories. I don’t recall why but ive always known my tattered teddy as peter‚ I guess I just thought he looked like a peter. His fur used to be
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Bottled up Inside Word Count: 343 Footsteps ran up the stairs‚ followed by a slamming door. Wendy followed behind trying to calm her daughter down until she was standing face-to-face with the closed door. “Stevie‚ let me in now. I want to help. Please just let me know what’s going on‚ I can’t help unless you talk to me.” Wendy pleaded behind the door “Leave me alone Mum‚ I don’t want to talk about it‚ I just want to be on my own.” Sobbed Stevie in reply “Darling please let me in…. I have
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