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  <title>Comments on 'Family Love'</title>
  <subtitle>The darkness seemed to breathe down her neck and fondle with her hair. It slid down here cheek and over her quivering jaw.

_Oh my god-_ she whispered to no one in particular but was cut off by the footfall outside the door. The air continued to caress her during the eternity it took for the next thump to reverberate the floor beneath her. Her muscles shook from fatigue and her breathing raspy but she fought to keep herself quiet as a mouse.

Her heart pounded under her bloodstained shirt; her body threatening to throw up. 

_Please, god save me from this!_

She clung to the wrist of her wounded had to ease her rocking as the handle turned slowly...slowly. The light burst into the room in a sliver that ran across her knee. She caught her breath as her son stood silhouetted in the doorway.

&amp;quot;No...&amp;quot; Her hand reached for his, the one without the knife (she had used that knife to cut his birthday cake) and sobs heaved her chest. Her eyes spilled salty tears down her chin; fear tore at her face...</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-19T07:32:44Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Family Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i havent seen that but il have to lol!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20493?basename=42248</id>
    <published>2008-02-19T07:32:44Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Geheim Sir Ayita</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Family Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dude. That&amp;#8217;s twisted. I love it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20493?basename=42028</id>
    <published>2008-02-18T13:00:47Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>flute faerie</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Family Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I liked the feeling of the darkness being alive. It kind of reminded me of that movie, House on Haunted Hill or another with a similar title. Where the womans hair starts to braid itself.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20493?basename=40069</id>
    <published>2008-02-10T09:56:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tarmaie</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Family Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Good, solid creep facture and then &lt;strong&gt; BAM &lt;/strong&gt; extra creepy and icky with the idea of it beign her own son suddenly gone psychotic and murderous.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20493?basename=39583</id>
    <published>2008-02-08T19:08:23Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Family Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;very powerful, very creepy. again, a horrid concept to grasp. but it is well written and definitely scary.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20493?basename=39554</id>
    <published>2008-02-08T16:17:50Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>`crayola.</name>
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