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I took a short break a few hours later. Breaking through the curtains of vines and intertwined stalks was tiring, especially when I had to fight through the boggy soil that was weighing down my feet. It was then when I suddenly heard some rustling from the shrubs as I was taking out my supplies. I paused for a moment to closely observe. A few seconds later, I heard some subtle grunting close by.

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Amy is more than happy to share her backpacking stories with her friends back home in America, but there's one night that is staying secret.... Other than exploring temples, trekking in jungles, and cooking exotic dishes, Amy had a special experience in Thailand which she hadn't planned on.

Geo moved closer to him before looking out to the window. The guys were shouting at him through the window, worried about what was happening to their leader. "I know I won't make it past the morning when I leave here for even holding this gun to your face. I know what happened to Danny when he questioned you. Now I'm going to lead this family, not you. For that to happen smoothly you must die Luca." Luca turned to face Geo. His chest was rising up and down in anger. His hands clenched into fists before he spoke.

She was standing by the foyer of the high-rise building when he saw her. There was something about the way she stood there that caught his attention almost immediately. It was not just because of her hair which was long and red and had left to fall loosely on her shoulders. Neither was it also because of her attire which comprised of a body-fitting white suit and matching white pants, along with a red handbag and red high-heel shoes.

Becca was not allowed to be touched by other men, not even the tip of her fingers nor a strand of her hair. The very first time I witnessed this issue was when a male customer shook Becca’s hand when he made a hefty purchase of her designs. Anybody would have known that it was a mere form of polite gesture, but I noticed that her husband was staring at them until the customer walked out of the shop.

“I see. So you decided to come along with as much managerial support as possible?” He grinned. “Yes, I did. It is always good for one to have such support, especially when one considers the kind of transactions I am hoping we can seal today.”

Short stories by Mace Styx: "The grave keeper opened the door, stepping awkwardly outside at such an unbearably slow pace Jonah wanted to scream. “Where is it, this grave you saw?” he asked, vaguely, as though Jonah had informed him that he’d left the kettle on. “Over there, near the tree.” Jonah told him, pointing. “I dropped my lantern right next to it.” “I’ll take a look,” he said, still speaking as if finding the earth broken open was a mild, everyday inconvenience. “You wait right here".

Short Stories by Mace Styx: "The hour was so late (or early, depending on how you looked at it) that she barely saw anyone as she padded silently from the castle, through the winding cobbled streets. The letter she had was burning in her hand and she still had the blade she had used to slit the King’s throat. If a member of the city watch found her, she was worse than dead. Still, she felt oddly calm".

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Standing against the trunk of the oak tree was a man. His hair was silver, but not in a way that made him look old - it glinted faintly in the patches of light that punch through the crown of branches above. For a moment, Tansy wondered if maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. That often happened when she was tired; she’d see something out of the corner of her eye and think it was something entirely different. When she blinked, though, he was still standing there, with a concerned look on his face.

“Yes, I did. But still that is not enough excuse for me to keep you away from enjoying a much-needed vacation as a couple.” “It is alright, Will. I still love you very much. I am also happy that after everything you eventually saw reason with me. I only ask you for one favor.” “What is that?”

Further examination revealed that the "model" was in fact an actual human body - stripped of its skin and preserved by a process very similar to that used by Dr. Van Hagens. Reading of this singular event, I decided to do some digging and upon examining the list of special effects artists on the film in question, stumbled across a name that struck me as familiar. Familiar, because its owner, one Rene Toubain, had also worked on a film, in which large sections of the action took place in the catacombs of Paris and in particular, in the section with the additional skulls.

Ms. Warner could not help thinking of the burnt streaks that ran down the sides of the tiny carcass she had disposed of that day. The scalded paths that seemed to have seared through the fur and flesh of the poor animal. She had almost gagged at the unpalatable similarity between that vision and this highly detailed effigy. The story was fantastical. One that I knew would be embellished and exaggerated and probably be recycled with alternative names as a spook story to scare children for years to come.

Of course he hadn’t, you would tell yourself. He was pinned in place, the same place, forever. Still you’d have to check. Perhaps, because for every second you tried not to look at him, you’d feel him looking at you. Then you’d look up, and it would be too late. Mr. Adderly’s scarecrow, nicknamed "Black eyed Jack" was around the size of an average man, but was of a curiously lifelike composition.

"She squeezed his hands again. “Yes, professor. Ohh, yes. I have opened up my heart to him.” “What would you like to tell him right now?” “I want to confess my feelings for him.” He blinked and swallowed. “Well, that is okay. But that is not why you are here with him at this moment, Julia.”

Meet Christine: single mother with a lot on her plate. When she's not taking care of her infant baby Sarah, she's dealing with her overbearing mother, Pamela, reminding her of Christine's deadbeat baby daddy or her past with drugs. Can she find happiness outside of a pizza box? Meet Samuel: Rich, handsome, and about as shallow as a puddle. When he's not having sex with the hottest piece of intern, he's talking shop with his uncle, Gregg. So when Christine and Samuel start talking again, as old schoolmates do, are there sparks flying or is this a disaster waiting to happen?

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"Paige continues her inspection of his loft then notices the long hall leading down to his most private moments. She turns to the right towards the hall. Taking a few steps, she looks back at him daring him to stop her. He doesn’t. She slowly proceeds down the hall bracing herself for what she may see or find. The possibilities excite her. This hall seems endless, but Paige kept her eye on the closed door at the end. A closed door holds secrets. Delicious secrets. Paige’s pulse quickened. Did he have what she is so desperately seeking? Paige stops abruptly."