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There were bows and flaming arrows; whooping, and wailing. Then, someone yelled, “Circle the wagons!” So, I grabbed a stick and drew a circle in the dirt ‘round ‘ol Bessie. (Rather silly of me, looking back). Alas! The cause of our demise was merely a question of semantics. The Daily Post
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This is my balloon. His name is Charlie. He’s my best friend. Sometimes Charlie talks to me. Like just now, he said to keep walking when we get to the end. I can’t swim, but that’s okay. Charlie knows what he’s doing. The Daily Post
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The Daily Post The air is hot, dense, and toxic, I feel my lungs boiling then shriveling. The lace curtains my grandmother made sparkle and flash like fireflies, then disintegrate. A smoldering pillowcase Scorches the bedspread as the flames take over, buckling the door and wrinkling the walls. Everything is screaming.
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The Daily Post “The Master says we should do something meaningful every day—something memorable that makes an impact,” Grace explained. “Ah, but ‘meaningful’ is subjective,” Precious grinned. “Razor blades in candy bars, or cinder blocks thrown from the overpass?” “Why not both?” “Indeed,” Precious agreed. “Why not both? Maybe we’ll get extra credit!”
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The Daily Post It was fifty years ago today that Candyce and Larry were married. Larry would describe the past half century as lacking. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he’d felt as though he’d missed out on something huge in marrying Candice. Even their twin girls, Constance and Prudence, were unremarkable.
Ergo, the Ogre 