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The wind was blowing harshly and the sky was dark. Not a soul was out and about except for the lonely few who strayed too far. In the shadows lied a figure in the grass, rotten and decaying. Maggots and mites of all kinds mingled in its flesh, eating away at the organic bits.
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Shannon was an upstanding girl, loved by all and abhorred by very few. In the light of finals week she had been studying relentlessly; she practically drowned herself in every page, word, and number she exposed herself to.
The library was cold, to the point the sharp goosebumps rose across her skin like an icy fire. Old book smell choked her out as she glared down at the words both on her paper and in the book she was reading.
Her eyes felt rusty, like each miniscule movement scraped against her eyelids the wrong way.