Blinking away the remnants of sleep, the little girl felt her bed shaking from the impact of her father slamming the front door shut.
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Underneath Boy Solum’s house there was a tunnel that led to a female spider’s nest.
The blights on the gleaming idol of perfection are being murdered on the streets right now, and you turn your already blind eyes away in hopes that you will reap the benefits of bowing down before an abomination.
Though her skin was like ice, sweat dripped off her brow.
For some reason that I can’t for the life of me get my head around, those schmucks who sign my paychecks actually want me to do some work.
My name was Missy; in my last life. You see, I am a witch’s familiar. My form is that of a domestic cat.
He wore the wrinkles etching his face like a badge of honor, and his words were the venom that kept him in control of the city.
The small patch of artificial wild appears alive with menace.
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