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Sara's father was lying on the floor, blood pouring out of him.  Sara was screaming like every ounce of energy was pouring out.  The knife, it was lying on the counter the one that had stabbed into him.  Sara then whispered,"The father, the father shall come alive tonight!" and with that a gust of wind shot through her father's wounded chest and knocked Sara out cold.

The Wooden Box
By Holly Thayer

“Bang!” the window slammed shut,
The lights dimmed, as my vision clouded,
Was it a sign? Should I turn back now?
My thoughts, I could hear distinctly,
Like the racing of my heart,
The rain tiptoed in the night, and then beat like powerful drums,
Louder and louder, coming closer and closer.

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