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Something goes hideously wrong at Maplewood Mall, and one very determined mother is willing to go to extremes to keep her daughter safe. Image generated with OpenAI I took my daughter to the mall, and for maybe three seconds - just long enough to fish my card out of my purse - she vanished. In those same three seconds, the whole place sealed itself shut and turned into a slaughterhouse. People in red started killing everyone they could reach. And then my little girl was standing in front of me again. Red dress. Red shoes. A red ribbon in her hair. A long knife in her hand, the point aimed at my belly, and she was smiling up at me. "Mommy, do you think I'm pretty?" You think the ghosts were the scary part? Let me show you what people are really made of. My daughter was gone. Emily - Emmy - had been right beside me, one small fist hooked into the hem of my shirt the way she always does in crowds. She was humming something under her breath, low, half to herself, and I wasn...

A morally estranged knight recalls defining moments from his past as he struggles against drowning. Image generated with OpenAI The catapult on the curtain wall snapped. Sir Gerald Drymon, the Apple Knight, was below the castle walls in the river below, standing at the bow of a rowboat. His mood was foul tonight, and his remaining teeth hurt. He'd worked hard over the years to get back into the good graces of Lord Peck and be a knight in his retinue. But Lord Peck still considered Drymon a mercenary risen above his station. Tonight's battle would prove otherwise. Lord Peck had assigned Drymon a paltry force of four men to climb the castle walls and drop the bridge. It was a task Peck had assumed Drymon would be too scared to undertake. The fat lord assumed wrong. Drymon would drop the bridge and spit in Lord Peck's eye for the insult. He peered up to see where the contraption would fling the body parts, but the night sky was a black pit. Waiting, watching, he heard water ...