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He looked at the space where the man had been blankly
for a second — his subconscious mind registered some
level of surprise — and then he decided it was fine. Steve
could leave if he wanted to. That was just alright by him.
Love is Hate
That was no problem at all. He knew that something terri-
Wedding ring for sale,
ble had happened to Steve now; knew it, with the same
clean only of the inside.
certainty that he knew the sky outside was moonless and
Found in post mortem.
dark, and that there was no hope for him now, but he
chose to ignore it.
Desire
After all, he would have to look to himself.
A sweet way with words,
But that was fine. Johnny was not going mad. All was
an addiction to strangers.
well. He didn’t lack mettle. He would show everyone. He
Oh to be alone…
would wait the night out. What was it? Some figure, some
-Mathew Quinn, Year 12
nocturnal vision which was troubling him now. In the day-
light, all would be well again, and Martin and Steve would
be back, and the darkness which had smothered him
would go away.
He sat on the couch, and rocked himself back and forth.
He felt nothing anymore. All was numb. Slowly, he began
to smile, too. He muttered under his breath, muttered
words that had no meaning.
After an hour, he went to the curtains, and looked out
again.
The thing was right in front of him. It was pressed to the
glass, inches from Johnny’s own nose. Some part of his
mind told him that he should be screaming, but all that
came out was a cackle.
Then the door opened on him, and he was knocked to the
floor. Martin was back. Johnny saw Steve, and Johnny
saw Martin, and Johnny saw what was behind them,
Johnny saw it, and Johnny was stone-cold dead before
his head, staring with glazed eyes at something in front of
him, hit the floor...
-Navonil Neogi, Year 10
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