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Babbage Lane

Babbage Lane

Please note: this story was provided by the author and published as is. People always told me my smile was the first thing that entered a room. But I’m not smiling now. In fact I’m terrified. I can hear wood creak above me and a distinct rusty hinge on a window...
Every year on my birthday, I receive a letter

Every year on my birthday, I receive a letter

Please note: this story was provided by the author and published as is. Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my father’s death, taken away by a single, senseless act. It just so happens that today is also my birthday. He’d been working late. As he often did,...
Red Ribbon

Red Ribbon

Please note: this story was provided by the author and published as is. The leaves crunch beneath my hiking boots. In the silence of the forest, the noise is almost deafening. I could hear a pin drop, if I had a pin with me amongst all these trees. But I don’t—there’s...
The Hound

The Hound

Please note: this story was provided by the author and published as is. I don’t know if I can accurately describe to you how much I have wanted a dog throughout my entire life. The idea of owning a dog consumed my every waking thought when I was little, which was...