Short Stories


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 The beanstalk soars high into the sky, past the dark clouds that seem filled with rage. The stalk is spiky and tears through my flesh. Why did I climb this stalk? The only thought running repeatedly through my head. Higher and higher the stalk takes me, where I finally have the courage to look down, only to regret everything as I fall to my demise. 

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