I draw near the #hungry whirlpool and think back to the witch’s words: “Just #scull around #Charybdis #eleven times and your skin will clear right up!” I still have time to turn back. I touch the enormous blemish on my chin. Worth it.
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“Close the #gate!” I #yell as he runs for the front steps. “Don’t look behind you!” His eyes are wide and his breath ragged as he darts past me through the door. I slam it shut, throw the bolt, and brace my #shoulder against it, waiting for impact.
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“Come on, Steve, it’s your #destiny to #catch the giant pike! You can’t give up now, not since he got away last time!” “I feel like I’ve read this book before. It didn’t end well, Bill.” Steve sighed. “You’d better get me another beer. Fate makes me thirsty.”
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“This weekend? Sorry, I harvested peaches and I have loads of #jam to #can.” “Is that like ‘I have to wash my hair?'” “No. I’m actually making jam. I sell it. It’s my job.” He laughed. “Okay, Grandma. How about the next weekend?” “Then I have to wash my hair.”
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She felt tired, beaten-down, bored with the day-to-day drudgery. Roused by the call of “Mom, the toilet’s clogged!” she trudged to the bathroom. After the final flush, she cried in triumph, “I am the #queen! May all lesser uncloggers bow before me!” “Mom’s being weird.” #whistpr
The #manticore is a #sly creature, paws padding softly on the grass, but I hear the swish of his scorpion-tail as he nears the back door. Closer, closer. I turn on the kitchen #lights and put the #kettle on since we’re both having trouble sleeping tonight.
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#Journal Entry #73: Old Mrs. Field walks to the mailbox. Opens it. Looks disappointed. Glances up and down the street. What is she #waiting for? She waves to Mr. Peters. He looks shifty. She’s looking this way! I think she knows I’m onto her.
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I tried to #run, but a sudden #languor overtook me, as if I’d been drugged. This had happened before in nightmares, but I was awake. Wasn’t I? The thing in the shadows #slithered closer. Its rough skin felt real, and when its fangs came out, those did too.
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“I always wanted to #impersonate a #mermaid. What song should I sing to lure men to their deaths?” “It’s a Halloween costume, and that’s sirens, not mermaids.” “We should hit the beach before trick-or-treating. You could hex some people.” “It’s just a costume!”
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“Are you ready to go #home?” “What is home, anyway? Is it the place we sleep? The place we feel safe? Some might say–” “I actually meant, do you want a ride home or do you want to get a drink first, but this date has gotten kind of weird, so…” “Yeah, they always do.” #whistpr
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