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The water lapped against the wooden poles holding up the river house. Dylan could tell by how worn away the supports were that this building had been standing for half a century. The constant flow of the dirty, brown river eroded away even the thickest of logs. Dylan stared up from underneath the floorboards, held up by the rusted pipes that ran from inside the house to the river. The one room house resembled an old fishing shack. Every surface from the walls, the floor, and any wood counters seemed as filthy as the river only feet below, as if the tides rose daily and engulfed the house and left its corrupting muck staining everything. Ove

"What do you think they are saying, Michael?" The small, blonde haired boy next to me asked. The poor ten year-old was clearly straining to hear the people over the distance we stood. He looked up at me with crystal blue eyes to make sure I acknowledged him. "I don't know, Dean." I answered calmly, brushing a strand of black hair from my eyes while keeping my gaze fixed on the small group of people dressed in black gathered around a plot of ground with a large, rectangular hole dug into it. A grey marble tombstone was stuck in the ground behind the opening and a light brown casket sat next to the hole, waiting to be lowered in. Honestly, it

"Eli Carter to the office, please.  Eli Carter to the office." The voice of the school secretary broke in on the PA system with her perky, high pitched voice. Every gaze in the small high school classroom lit solely by the daylight shining through the windows from outside turned to the back of the class where Eli sat. A total of twenty-five unique faces stared at him with awkwardly happy smiles. Eli sighed and slouched in his desk. The odd lighting and strange faces told him everything. He had fallen asleep and was dreaming again. For the past four nights, Eli Carter had been conscious of his dreaming. He could not control his d

I stood on one side of the field of echoing nothingness, grey and worn by endless battle. From where I stood I could see another figure on the opposite side of the field from me standing confidently, shadowed by darkness that radiated from him like steam. All his features were black, as if he himself were made of the shadows that exist only in the darkest parts of the world. The only part of him that didn't seem to pulse with evil was his eyes, which were red and bloodshot. In this dark form's hands I saw a black journal and a single dark pen. The dark figure's blood red eyes flicker from me to the journal, which he opened and quickly scrib

"So I was thinking today we could go to Borders so you can write your second, and I could read and then we can go home and relax. Sound good to you?" Missy smiled at Tyler from the driver's seat, feeling worn out and excited from her training. Though she didn't feel she had done her very best, she still enjoyed kicking Tyler around when it came to it. Tyler didn't respond. He stared out the front windshield, the Skillet music blasting in the car. She wanted to assume he was having an author moment, but he seemed more concerned than usual. Something was bothering him. "Ty, is something wrong?" Missy questioned, her tone dropping. "Is your m

"Time is wasting, Tyler." The voice spoke with wicked intent in the boy's head. "Don't get caught up." The sinister voice cackled as Tyler regained his composure. A swift kick from a long leg flew inches away from his face; he barely had time to duck away from it. He remembered exactly where he was now. He was at his family's dojang at the Mall, training his girlfriend, Missy, who was soon to be a black belt with only one more test to go. "That was a point. You know it was." Missy grinned and stopped for a moment to be proud of her near kick, which would have taken his head clean off if she hadn't been controlling it. She had requested th