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The Christmas Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The number of years it had been unvisited were exactly thirty as of this year, Molly thought to herself. Her family had not returned to their vacation home after the accident on Christmas night. Molly only vaguely remembered the details through her then seven year old lens. She struggled to close the back hatch on the SUV, her arms full of grocery bags. The flood light finally kicked on after some weaving to and fro in front of the steps. She gasped, taking in the full view of how much of a toll time had taken on the place. “Blow that candle out Trent! You’re going to burn the place down,” she shouted playfully to her husband who was already inside. “I don’t think I’m getting as much as we thought for this place,” Molly expressed with a half-hearted sigh as she entered. Trent nodded in agreement and inquired about turning on the fuse box. She pointed to the basement and got to work unpacking some of the dry goods by flashlight. Molly had recently been burdened with having to sell the cabin and the several acres of land it came with in lieu of her father’s passing and was visiting to take some pictures for the realtor.
By Hannah Baker4 years ago in Horror
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So you decided to become an "Advanced Practice" nurse. Congratulations!... is what I would say if this was a good idea. Grad school? In this economy? What were you thinking? Likely it was something along the lines of either 1) “I've seen these other chucklefucks do it— Why can't I?” or even 2) “I've got a nice career, I should shake it up. I miss feeling like I have no clue what I'm doing.”
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This is so perfect, well done :)