She watched nervously as the skeleton floated away from her until it came to rest against the far wall. She continued to feel along the walls behind her for some piece of jutting stone where she could find a finger-hold and begin her ascent. Her eyes, however, never left the skeleton. Where had it come from?

          Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared into the murky depths. As did her purse, her shattered cell phone, the can of mace. And then she was underwater, being pulled by some unfelt force deep, deep down. She turned and dug her fingernails into the stone as hard as she could, frantically scratching the wall to slow her descent. She tried as hard as she could to find some jag, some crevice she could dig into to pull herself back up but the wall was far too slick, far too smooth. Bubbles escaped her screaming mouth as she scraped and struggled for her ... Read more ...

She awoke to the sensation of tiny legs crawling across her skin. As she opened her eyes she screamed and flailed, sending the spider on her hand flying across the small space. Where am I, she thought once her mind settled from the initial shock of the situation. Around her on all sides was nothing but slick, wet, algae-covered stone, and she was sitting in one inch of water. Its a well,she soon realized, and she quickly stood and looked up. My God, ... Read more ...

oi, just curious as to whether or not everyone came back to this site?

sorry that its such a quick question

so i'll leave you with this.

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It's late and you're driving home in your brand new car after catching some shitty movie at the 99 cent theater in town. It's a cold late autumn night, and as you top a small hill, your lights catch a figure on the side of the road. it's a man, walking along. he's wearing a light gray sweatsuit with a hoody, and his hands are in his pockets. his head is down and the hood is pulled over his head. He casually sticks his thumb out , so he obviously needs a ride. for whatever reason, you decide that it's cold and you could give this guy a ride into town. You pull over and flash your lights. He walks up to the window and says "Hey are you headed into Guthrie?" You are and you say so. The man pulls his hood down. He's what many would call handsome. It's dark but his skin seems a pleasant olive color. His ha ... Read more ...

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I woke up with an unusually lazy start. I had realized that I failed to complete my sleep cycle, and that I had been jarred awake from a deep state of sleep. The night passed dreamlessly, which is surprising, because, taking the medications I do, my nights are almost always punctuated with vivid strobes of nonsense and uproar. For a moment, I contemplated returning to sleep to complete the cycle, but I knew that Id never get to school on time. It was a nice thought to romanticize, though. My feet had fallen asleep and the sensation of pins and needles was somewhat pronounced. Looking to the hallway, I could see the rosy glow from the bathroom lights spilling beneath the door onto the cherry-laminated floor. The monotonous staccato of a running shower completed my mental picture. My mother bathed in the morning, an endeavor I could never endure in such frigid weather. I slipped on a beater, and a shirt over it, both were black cotton, which is a magnet to the dog hair that fills my house. They f ... Read more ...