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But each object, each piece, told a story, painting a vivid picture of monumental and minute moments. Front and center lay a collection of photographs. Their edges curled with age. These were snapshots of laughter, tears, and people who had drifted away or drawn closer over time. Beneath them, a layer of letters and postcards, the handwriting varying from the meticulous to the hurried scrawl, spoke of a world before instant messaging, when words took days to reach their destination and were savored upon arrival. I shuffled through until my fingers found a cool metal box. I pulled it from the drawer and flicked the cap. My thumb ran itself down the side of the box. A small flame exploded from

Beki raised her head and made a questioning sound in the back of her throat. “Do you remember that time we went hunting with Dad, and we upset a nest of fire ants?” She shuddered. The wretched creatures had overwhelmed our tent and tried to burn through its fabric. “I’m making a smoke bomb.” Beki tilted her head to the side. “Just in case the demons don’t give up on us.” I placed a few bullets into the gourd, poured a good measure of alcohol I’d found in a first aid kit, added some bandage scraps to create a wick.

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

They stationed themselves at the entrance of the door, staring down at Anderson, waiting and hoping he would make a stupid move. “There is no trick, no suit, no demons in the smoke. Only you and reluctance to let go of someone who is already gone.” Xavier continued when everything settled down. “The smoke from the blood was as a result of you mixing gasoline with the blood and lighting it on fire. The heat and dehydration caused you to hallucinate the faces.” Xavier paused her words for a while before she continued, “There is no devil with the golden eyes calling himself suit. As for the ‘suit’, that was what the gentleman who found you passed out was wearing, when he brought you back to tow

T H R E E Smoke tendrils curled up around the cozy cottage and wafted into Lukov’s nostrils. He startled awake, something was burning. He stood up like it was his own behind that was on fire. The thought that maybe his new wife is trying to burn him alive occurred to him.

Kaiden screamed as he felt his insides burning with an unquenchable flame. However, black smokes suddenly filled the room, blinding everyone and with it came a voice, “oh no, not today my dark prince,” the feminine voice chuckled and with that, Malachi and Damien were thrown away from Mary by an invisible force and Sean and Steven were tired by up the dark smoke, preventing them from moving. Irene had to let Melissa go to defend herself from the smoke and so built up a shield to protect herself. A form of smoke swam to Rasmus and Aliyah, intending to take her away but Edward growled and sent out a bolt of blue fire to the smoke, forcing it to withdraw.

"You know, one of the reasons why I love working here so much is that I get to see the customers smile. Some of them come here feeling all kinds of negative emotions, but after drinking a cup of coffee and talking with other people, they're back to smiling like nothing ever happened. It makes me happy knowing that they're happy because of the environment here, and that applies to you too. Smiling suits you more, so you can just talk about what's troubling you. I won't listen if you don't want to. You can just pretend I'm a wall." "What's with that?" I asked as I chuckled. I can't say I wasn't tempted by what he said. I agree that telling somebody might make me feel less worried, but is it re

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

Life in Morbeck wasn't as lively as it had been in the capital, but there was something unique about the culture there. I stayed by Gideon's side and weathered storm after storm with him. We fought side by side in the war as comrades-in-arms and husband and wife. One day, when our hair had turned silver, he held my hand and told me the greatest joy of his life was marrying me. "I wanted to see you, Gigi, but by the time I got to the capital from Morbeck, you'd already died in Maurice's manor… "I wanted to find out the cause of your death, but I didn't have the right to. On the surface, you and I were nothing more than strangers. I would've ruined your reputation if I'd investigated the matte