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I used to write short stories. I mean that's how I began writing. My first story was a science-fiction piece, 'The Foragers'; you can find it in the 'Grey Pebbles' book. But I hadn't written anything new, anything complete, and new, in a long while. I was writing, still am, but I wasn't writing short stories any more. That changed with 'The speaking tree'. I was wanting to write one, but could not find a story, then, I decided to go blind. I jumped in first, and the story told itself. More about the effort then, I think. Shorts will have any, and all short stories I write from this point on. There would be no points of similarities between the stories, at least consciously. And hence don't expect only abstracts, or romances, or horror. There will be everything. I will try to put out stories as regularly as I can, given that this is not the primary piece that I am doing. On that note, thanks for stopping by, and happy reading! Cheers!
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"This is a nightmare, it's only a nightmare..." I say to myself as I try to catch my breath while leaning against a tall pine tree. Only for a moment do I stay in that position until I hear a twig snap. I quickly leap away from the tree and run as fast as I can. "Wake up (Y/N)! just wake up!!!" I think to myself. "You are awake my dear..." I hear that voice. That damn voice. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" I scream. I continue to run past trees and hopping over large rocks. The mist in the air begins to get thicker as I continue this race. "Why me? out of all the people this had to happen to me!" my brain races with thoughts until my foot gets caught by a tree root sticking out of the ground. I fall hitting my head on a rock. My vision is blurry and I can feel a warm liquid begin to stream down my face. "My dear (Y/N), look what you have done to yourself. You shouldn't have tried to run away." the voice goes through my head again. I look around and see nothing but trees. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" My voice begins to grow sore from the constant running and yelling. The sound of leaves crunching comes from behind me and I whip my head around until my eyes are met with him. "My dear (Y/N), you've made quite the mess of yourself. You know you are not aloud to leave......now you'll have to be punished." The figure says without any facial expression or motion. The figure begins to walk forward towards me. I try to back away until my vision becomes black and all I can hear is static.

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