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I'm not really sure what to classify this as... I guess it's more of a free form poem? Doesn't really have a scheme.
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Shewasnumb.Thegapingwoundsdidn’tthrob.Theantisepticdidn’tsting.Shethinksthenursesaidsomethingaboutstitches,butherearsfeellikethey’r..
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ImagesburnedinLarissa'smind;somebright,othersablurry,dimmess.Shecouldn'ttellifitwasadream,orherownthoughts.Aheavymiststillclungtoherbrain,makingconsci..
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Glowingyelloweyes.Ferociousgrowls.Thetasteofblood.Shewasrunning,asfastasshecould,forherlife.Larissa'ssleepwascutshort.Shesatupimmediately,checkinghers..
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Lungsburning,musclesonfire.Somethinggrabbedherleg,rippedthroughherjeansandtorethroughherflesh.Shescreamedinagony,fallingtotheground.Shewokewithastart,..
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Shedidn'twanttomoveoropenhereyes.Didn'twanttoruinthisbliss.Thiscomfort.Ifitwasadream,shedidn'twanttodestroyitwithcruelreality.Nopain.Nocoldfloor.Notea..
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Larissadidn'tknowhowlongshe'dsleptbutwhensheawakened,Tykowasjustwalkinginwithmorefoodandmedicineinhishands. "HowareyoufeelingMange?"heasked,handingher..
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“Goodmorning,sleepingbeauty,”Tykosaidasheenteredtheroom.Larissagruntedinresponse,shootinghimaglare.“Areyoumypermanentalarmclock?&rdq..
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“Idunno,”Larissahesitated.“IhavenoideawhenI’deverevenwearthis.”Sheopenedthedressingroomdoor,andOlivia’sjawdropped...
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DayspassedandDeidreremainedabsent.Everyoneinthehousetookthatasagoodsign.Larissagrewalittlelessscaredwitheachpassingday.“Whataboutthis?”Oli..
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