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He staggered down the creaking, wooden steps, loosely gripping a half empty bottle of booze. "I can't keep doing this." He moaned, sitting down at his desk and picking up a pen. His movements were shaky, he fumbled through his desk, searching for a spare piece of paper to pour his thoughts on.
'Dear Julia, I know it's been long since I last wrote, but I can't hide the way I feel anymore.'
He staggered down the creaking, wooden steps, loosely gripping a half empty bottle of booze. "I can't keep doing this." He moaned, sitting down at his desk and picking up a pen.
It was an extremely blustery day outside, and poor little Suzy MacGee was having a rather hard time making her way to school. He bright blonde curls danced in the wind, her determined face turned red with the sheer effort of walking up the hill.
She walked down the street, pausing only to push her earbuds further into her ear canal. She let out a grateful sigh as the music enveloped her, taking her to a faraway place, away from all of her problems.
The cement was hardening around me, my inescapable prison growing steadily larger and stronger. I tried to take a step back to view my surroundings, but found myself to be unsuccessful.
I was in shock. I had finally come face to face with the monsters under my bed. Being a thirty-five year old grown man, you wouldn't think much a thing would bother me. But no, these monsters are unlike any others I have ever seen.
Clara gazed out at the vacant parking lot, filled with fear and anticipation at what was about to happen. The monster turned to face her, its vacant eyes staring into her soul.
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