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My Stories 2
Lady Gray There are 200,000 bodies beneath my feet each slogging step I take on these grounds every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and more are being buried still. Nothing moves except for me, nothing sweats except for me, and everything remains exactly as it was. I love it here. I've made a friend, too.
Fiction: Horror, K, English, words: 374, 2/13/2021
1 34th and Little St Every day, I pass by the same homeless man who rattles the same cup at me. He holds the same sign (GOD BLESS), he wears the same clothes, and his matted mop of hair never changes. He terrifies me. Every day, I drop a little money into his cup. What happens when I forget?
Fiction: Horror, T, English, Suspense, words: 2k+, 12/31/2020
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