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The stain had vanished like it was never there in the first place, like the whole thing had been a visual joke. Tyler ran his hands over the fabric before holding it up to the brilliant early morning sun. There was no mark at all, not of red, black or any other colour. It was as clean as the day it was created and just as supple, just as beautiful. What had been there yesterday was already fading from his memory, as if it wasn't just erased from the silk, but from history all together. It had been words he was sure, but now that they were gone he felt himself begin to relax. Casting his eyes around him at the trees, listening to the birds, he quite forgot the fabric for a moment. Then when recalled he was holding something he looked down to find only white petals, which he instinctively released into the breeze and watched them float away.

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He was like a spook. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. Vanished. It was as if he was able to dissolve into the very air itself and blow away with the breeze.

By maria, October 29, 2013.
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The spectre grew steadily less solid like it was being rubbed out by some invisible eraser. The objects behind it were now thrown into sharper relief until they were all we could see and the ghostly figure had vanished entirely.

By maria, October 29, 2013.
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My mom would swear that the last piece of cake had simply vanished, like the lump of sugar and flour that it was had learnt to disparate like professor Dumbledore.

By maria, October 29, 2013.
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Whenever there was work to be done he would simply vanish. I imagined he had rigged the house with secret trapdoors and passageways like some creepy old castle. I even occasionally found my eyes scanning the walls and floors for tell tale signs, but of course there were none. Our house was twenty years old in it's walls were about as thick as my hand.

By maria, October 29, 2013.