Category: 100 Days, 100 stories
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Seventy-one
CONTENT WARNING The following story contains depictions of suicide and self-harm. — “Alright. Goodnight, all. I’ll be back…” I trail off, looking down at the corner to my viewer count. Zero people watching. “… tomorrow.” I clench my jaw, breathing out slowly through my nose, and click the “end stream” button. I slam my fist…
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Seventy
This is the tenth day I’ve gone down to the cemetery to kneel at my father’s grave, and also the last. After this, I stop. I tell myself that there’s no point in coming back anymore, because he’s gone, and he isn’t hearing anything I say. I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped. Ten days…
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Sixty-nine
The clicking, creaking noise of the ceiling fan was a welcome reprieve from the apprehensive silence between Reece and Sadie as they lay in the bed, side by side, but with a canyon of distance between them. Both of their bodies were covered only by the crisp, white sheets of the bed, and both of…
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Sixty-eight
The man stood before the sarcophagus at the end of the faded red carpet, tall lit candlesticks lining both sides. The faintest shine of gold could be seen on each of them, concealed underneath the melted wax of thousands of consumed candles. The marble walls stood cracked and crumbling, the grand pillars holding the tomb…
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Sixty-seven
Everything was as it should be. Each tool was laid on the table in a line, as straight as could be, like a row of soldiers ready for the military parade. Each individual plank of wood stood sloped against the iron of the shed, all of them the same length, the same width; like perfect…
A Forsworn Fantasy 