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Written By: Lilith Mae It’s lonely out in the woods. Rarely does anyone visit anymore. I’m more of a legend that people don’t search for, than that one place in the woods.

Written By: M. Atchleross Harliver Hill, defined by acreage east of the blue mountains, occupied land whose redeemable nature varied according to who was asked.

Written By: Alex Masters The vampire had drawn the blood from her neck so gorgeously she hadn’t even known it was happening.

Written By: by: C.M. Meighan It started on quiet walks, alone, in the night. She felt familiar, not haunting, but reminiscent of a past I could not quite place.

Written By: Monica Luo Continue straight for 5 kilometres. Stay in the right lane. Merge onto Highway 1. Take the exit.

Written By: Alex Weimer Get up.  Get up.  Get up.  Morning dove and dew and rise  Bright and blue and sight for sore eyes  World does not sleep and neither should you  No curtains you have for me to seep through  Might be morning might be day  Yet you have