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Fear of the woods
The window creaks, the lampshade quivers. I pull the sheets over my head, squirming into a corner. The storm door slams, then the main one. The stairs squeak. My door ...
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A Little Friendly Competition
We were sparring in the woods, using sticks as swords. His name is Tim, and I am Ariana. We fought long and hard. Just as we thought we saw a ...