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Written By: Jaryd Porter | I scooped out the last of the mac and cheese with my fingers, then dropped the empty tin pan onto my belly.

Written By: Chris Thomson Squelching. I wish I had a better way to describe it, but that was the noise I heard. Squelching. Loud and grotesque and truly unappetising.

Written By: M. Cronin "I read about a weird kind of worm," Ty said, as Atlas burst from the lake's cool waters and staggered to the shallows with a spluttering gasp.

Written By: Sydney Thomson Mother deer does not grieve for a fawn not yet dead the winter is barren but this is forgivable

Written By: Keegan Hughes Kellan pulled up the rope ladder rung by rung, careful not to snag it on any branches. It was starting to fray, and he couldn’t ask Dad to fix it again.

Written By: RJ Kiss Stefani peered through her binoculars, musing on what a nerd she was. The window of the hotel room created a slight distortion through her lens, and she cursed, positive she missed sighting a Chestnut-Collared Longspur for only the second time.