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My First Time (tasting coffee)

Posted on November 18, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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I like coffee. I like it a lot. I remember the first time I had coffee. I was only 7 or 8, and my dad gave me some money from the till and sent me to the little convenience store … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 21

Posted on October 31, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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Last night I had that dream again. I have had it nearly every night for so many nights now, and I do not know why it keeps happening. In this dream, I am walking through the garden, and I come … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 20

Posted on October 31, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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They moved into the house on a Saturday, and despite the worries from the weather reports that it was going to be raining all the while, the Muddletons got all their things moved in with nary a drop upon the … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 19

Posted on October 31, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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It was a full moon that night, of course. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s kind of foolishness to go walking through the woods at night, but I could SEE, you know? And I’d played in that section of the woods … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 18

Posted on October 29, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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First I just thought my eyes were dry. I was at work, and the HVAC system had finally just switched over from the summer air conditioning to the winter heating (The receptionist was joking to one of the IT guys … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 17

Posted on October 29, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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I wish the weirdest part of my story was how I came to be abandoned in the middle of the Cement Desert. I wish it was how I got dragged into a deal over my head and things went pearshaped … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 16

Posted on October 29, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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It appeared on my fifth birthday. It wasn’t given to me, exactly. On my fifth birthday, of course, my parents had a party and there was cake and there were present and the children my parents invited to play with … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 15

Posted on October 26, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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They can’t live in the light, can’t touch the light, so you’re safe once you know that, because you can stay safe as long as you have light. They like the shadows, they thrive in them. When there were still … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 14

Posted on October 26, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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Three of us went into the woods that day. There was still so much woods back then, blanketing the hills and ravines that have since been delved into, flattened, filled in. Now you have to go somewhere to be able … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Fuel: Day 13

Posted on October 19, 2011 by blissOctober 21, 2025
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Mary was still pretty tired when she woke to her alarm clock and wandered sleepily into the bathroom. Her father, she noticed as she peed, had already hun on the wall next to the vanity the ornately framed mirror her … Continue reading →

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