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The Knocking
I awoke suddenly to the repetitive falls of a hammer. Strangely, my first thoughts were of the nail being so hopelessly persecuted. Did it make any attempt to escape its doom? Did it feel the pain? Was it rendered numb after the first blow? Or, was it at peace; knowing its purpose—its reason for being—was [...]
Read moreScream
I woke abruptly to strident shrills of terror bouncing back and forth like racquetball off the bare, cream colored walls of my room. Violent screams that must have already woken the whole neighborhood permeated my eardrums. My mind swam through its skull like a large domestic goldfish in a small bowl. Cold. Terrified. Alone.
Earlier that [...]
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