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… ‘Till the Day I Die     Stacy Beth Phoenix     Stacy swiftly turned, focusing all her attention to the direction from which the menacing chuckle came.     “Who’s there?” she shakily called out to the darkness.  Feeling fragile and vulnerable, she cried out more desperately, “Who is there?” The panic in her voice was thickened by an increase of volume and a crack as her voice gave in in mid-sentence.  She cautiously peered around the dark alley, cursing herself for being careless enough to put herself at risk for no good reason.  The air was so cold it stung her lips and teeth when she sucked in for a

     What if you find yourself trapped in a room, pitch black, with no solid ground below your bare feet, no recent memory and no ideas as to your own location? Seconds tick by, no possible way to know how many, before the room becomes bright and you hear a voice, deep, creepy, echoing throughout the room.     "Hello, ------" Your complete attention is brought to the sound when you hear your name.  "I want to play a game," continues the mysterious, disturbing voice.  "Look around you." You obey and see two cords with large hooks at the end hanging from the room above you, let into this pit approximately 10x10 feet wide, the top of the pit s

Suppose you awoke in a completely unfamiliar room, with pangs of pain throughout your body.  You look at down at yourself and see several chains coming out of slits in your skin.  There are large bumps on your ribs, caused by some sort of clasp that is pinched onto the bones.  You tug on the chain, hoping the grasp it has on you isn't too tight, then a vioce rings loud and clear. "I wouldn't try that if I were you.  Those clasps will crush your ribs if they are removed without being unlocked or if they are not properly removed within the time limit.  There is a key somewhere in the room.  Every four minutes that pass, one of your ribs will b

Decorated in its fine elegance doth it lay so tenderly With petals so full and red, like blood on a pearl With its stem so strong, an unbearable bond As it symbolizes love so perfectly In full blossom it rests upon the headstone With a meaning so sweet and pure The young angel that lies in the grave so cold Shall neither feel love, nor joy, nor scold Yet everyday she rests there in peace Aware or unaware, matter it does not The love she receives from that poor boy's soul Is almost enough to give her back her life Coming to enrich the rose with his tears as he lives his life Without his wife

     Nate, frontman of one of the latest new age punk rock bands to become known around the world, rested his head on the door frame, hoping some fresh air would help ease the pain of the migraine before the concert, since there were no painkillers around.  He lightly ran his fingers through his lengthy dreadlocks and massaged close to the point of pain.  The stress from the interview had not yet worn off, leaving him a mess, which, for his type of music, was the perfect look.      Eric, Nate’s bassist, stepped into the room.  “Hey, we’re on in hal

Alice kept her eyes locked on the wall, unwilling to look straight ahead, upon the face of her lover, or supposed to be ex-lover, or down, to the sight of their bodies cuddled on his bed, tainted with recent sin.  Today's events were not something she wished for her mind to dwell on.  The thoughts were too painful, not just yet, but they would be when the consequences arose.  She felt his gaze burning into her skin, so without thought, she looked up, and of course, their eyes met.  On his face was the sweetest smile she had seen in some time, and it made her heart start to melt.  She gave a ti