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TrappedShe's in a room by herself screaming for someone to help her but no sound comes from her mouth. The room is empty and dark and there's no windows or doors. She cries and bangs on the walls but only ends up collapsing onto the floor. Her head is throbbing and the pain keeps surging through her veins. Giving up on looking for help, she closes her eyes.Trapped
She wakes up in a dark empty field. The ground is cool and wet. Crying still, she looks out to see fog surrounding her. And then those thoughts start creeping into her mind. Where is she? Where is this sadness coming from? Who will listen to her? The questions stop and her thoughts r
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The Old ShackLooking out into the distance, the man noticed the gray clouds rolling in. It was going to rain. Taking a deep breath of the cool refreshing air, the man felt a tingle down his spine. It was so odd how the weather always seemed to correspond with his feelings. The dreary sky showed exactly what the man felt inside ever since he decided to leave. Hoping for clear skies in the future, the man stepped out from under the awning into the rain that had just started to come down. Feeling the rain gently land on his cheek, he started walking into the fog. He didn’t mind the rain too much. It made him feel less lonely to hear the pitter-patter ofThe Old Shack
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She looked at me. "Sometimes I wish you hadn't saved me."
I responded sadly, "Sometimes I wish I had."
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If you see a big hill, roll down it.
Everyone: *snickers* "Uh, Elaine...that's a fox."
Elaine: "OH!"
Therese: "They're the RED FOXES!"
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She looked at me. "Sometimes I wish you hadn't saved me."
I responded sadly, "Sometimes I wish I had."
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If you see a big hill, roll down it.
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