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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 3, 2021
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Mystery
It's been years since I've smelled the cold mildew on the grass in the mornings and Oh how these cheeks of mine rosed up on the occasion every time I still remember walking out of my home and I could already bearly feel my face id wish some one would have told me this would be my last winter for a very long time Mabey then i would have even appreciated this type of weather. we'll, Where do I begin? I was a women of ambition Just like everyone else trying to get by the college life working from 9 to 5 on the regular I'd go to work in the mornings and school at nightime. It was The first semester in my major of forensics for some odd reason I always liked playing detective as a child I always knew this day would come Finger prints , DNA and all. but what crossed my path that morning was way farther out of my reach to ever gain control..
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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