Cruel Intentions

The school toilets in the basement are wet and cold. Ever since they had reconstructed the bathrooms near the cafeteria in the main building students hardly come down here anymore. Most of them, I believe, have actually forgotten about their existence, which has eventually turned them into the perfect hiding place. Shivering, I pull the…

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Burwarim’s Crossroads

Mr. Burwarim was busy dusting the books on the top shelf when the doorbell rang. “I’ll be with you in a second,” the old man called out while his wrinkly fingers firmly held on to the old wooden ladder that had slightly bent to the side when he had shifted his weight.  His free hand…

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