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The reporter sat at her desk, her eyes flailing across the screen. Images of horror presented themselves – throats cut, knives impaled in soft flesh, hands stumped and bleeding… but this wasn’t what she was looking for. She scanned the screen for 4 more seconds until she found it – a broken doll, porcelain dripping blood.

Posted By Karlien On 05.31.2012 @ 10:40 am

I dropped the key. I can’t believe I dropped the key. In the toilet. I dropped the key in the toilet. How could I have done that? I spent years working to find that key. All my spare time and energy went into that search. And then… down it went. Down the toilet. I tried to reach in and grab it, but I couldn’t. It was gone. The key was gone.

Posted By Karlien On 01.28.2011 @ 12:03 pm