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The changing mirror

Speaking seemed to take too much effort. Do you still not want to get up? The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. Karyn raised her face to the sun with her eyes closed, smiling for no other reason than happiness at being outside. Not just failed but spectacularly failed.

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An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass. Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open. His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway. Her smile deepened and the faint hints of dimples appeared.

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She was nearly always being chased by something in those dreams while, around her, people screamed in pain and terror. Heather begins to change as night approaches. She wore a pair of old, white running shoes along with her bright pink scrubs.

Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape. Catching prey in flight.

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At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control. She walked down the hallway to the stairs, skipping steps gleefully until she reached the bottom.

I swear to fucking god. Her jaw cracked, mouth opening wide before she lowered her arms, twisting each t. Karyn hummed to herself as she closed her apartment door.

The walk to the local bus stop was short and Karyn nearly danced the entire way. Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window. Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt.

The changing mirror

The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sitting behind the desk looked as if he had lived his entire life in that tiny realm. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked. This is from a commission that I failed to complete on time.

His coach and nearly pissed himself ing the young man up to the football team. The sun lay low on the horizon, half-hidden behind the taller buildings downtown.

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Heather thought wearily. Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin.

Part 3 of 4. Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality. The smell of blood filling the air. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure.

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Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms. The young woman looked up at him and smiled. She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered. Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up.

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Turning, she walked toward her aide and continued down the hallway while he followed behind her. Claws rending flesh. A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps. The young man was large for his age, heavily muscled with a thick neck and a square jaw.

The changing mirror

A light black jacket and small backpack completed her outfit. Paul stood to the side of the door.

Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room. She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from.