Stories with a Twist
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Stories with a Twist

She took a deep breath and pulled back the velvet curtains. She closes her eyes and sings; her powerful voice rang loud and clear, echoing in the hall. With thunderous applause, she bows.

She took a deep breath and pulled back the velvet curtains. She closes her eyes and sings; her powerful voice rang loud and clear, echoing in the hall. With thunderous applause, she bows. With a sigh, she opens the microphone and pours the shampoo and begins to wash her hair.

Abdul loved to play on the beach. There are no words to describe his joy when he stuck his clumsy fingers into the wet sand. He dreamed of building the largest sandcastle anyone had ever seen.

Abdul loved to play on the beach. There are no words to describe his joy when he stuck his clumsy fingers into the wet sand. He dreamed of building the largest sandcastle anyone had ever seen. And if that beach hadn’t been in Gaza, he might have built it.

It was never easy committing murder. Every time I took a life, a small part of me died as well. I took no joy in killing, watching the light fade from a pair of desperate, pleading eyes.

It was never easy committing murder. Every time I took a life, a small part of me died as well. I took no joy in killing, watching the light fade from a pair of desperate, pleading eyes. I wanted to change my ways, but who would hire a prison executioner?

The enthusiastic boy sat by the kindling fireside, during a frigid December night. Clinging to both his mother, and his father in glee of Christmas day. Hugging them snug and lovingly before he slept.

he enthusiastic boy sat by the kindling fireside, during a frigid December night. Clinging to both his mother, and his father in glee of Christmas day. Hugging them snug and lovingly before he slept. Kissing them once more before he sleeps, placing a frame on the shelf as the matron yells at him to sleep.

Warm blood flows from the open wound. Leaving trails to mark my pain. Cold razor blades unzip my skin. Crimson flows down the drain. I inhale sharply. The pain will pass.

Warm blood flows from the open wound. Leaving trails to mark my pain. Cold razor blades unzip my skin. Crimson flows down the drain. I inhale sharply. The pain will pass. Shaving my legs is a pain in the ass.

I visited my dying mother. I asked how she was doing, and she told me she’d never felt better. I asked her what her doctors said and she said that she was healthy as a woman half her age.

I visited my dying mother. I asked how she was doing, and she told me she’d never felt better. I asked her what her doctors said and she said that she was healthy as a woman half her age. I guess I was the only one who knew she was dying. ( This took me a while to realize)

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