Cold Love rough draft COLD LOVEA horror story by Jason Schwartz I glanced at the clock. 11:53 pm. How much longer will it take for her to fall asleep? If minutes feel like hours and hours feel like days, then days must feel like... wait, I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about. I need to get outside or I'll fall asleep soon. As I proceed to open my window as silently as possible, as to not arouse my mother, my mind begins to focus on more realistic thoughts. I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to see him. The soles of my sneakers embrace the roof tiles and I creep across to the drain. After a moments hesitation I take decisive action and fal
St. Valentine In the old country, Mr. Valentine was a humble man. He lived for his family and worked to pay the dues. However, underneath his working class cocoon a valiant hero was awakening. One day, Mr. Valentine purchased some spandex material from the market to make fixing to clothing. Upon his home returning he had a brilliant idea. Mr. Valentine forged the materials into a fine suit of green and red for himself to wear. With this suit the townspeople ridiculed Mr. Valentine. They laughed and ridiculed. Bereft, Mr. Valentine retired to a far cave in a far wood in a far corner of the world. He waited alone in this cave. He waited until madness overcam
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