Category: 100 Days, 100 stories
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Forty-one
The silence bears down upon me like the weight of an anvil, the encroaching darkness signalling the finality of it all. For weeks, every moment of my day has been spent trying desperately to achieve this singular purpose, and now that it’s done, I don’t know how to go on. We’ve been through so much…
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Forty
“Honey? Breakfast!” I hear my mother shouting up at me from the kitchen, and I rub my eyes, groaning. I look to the side at my clock. 8am. If I still set my alarm every morning, it wouldn’t have even gone off yet. “What?” I croak, failing to muster the yell that I desired. “I…
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Thirty-nine
“How is she today?” The familiar voice floated through my disjointed thoughts, filling me with warmth. I can’t see him, but I can hear his footsteps as he enters the room, those heavy stomps of his big, leather boots echoing through my mind before they stopped right beside me. I hear him groan, the chair…
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Thirty-eight
The four of us walk along the pavement through the skyscraper-laden city, the sounds of countless cars roaring down the roads filling the air and drowning out everything else. “Why didn’t we just take a cab?” I ask, trying my hardest not to breathe too much. The stench of exhaust fumes is already overpowering; I…
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Thirty-seven
CONTENT WARNING This story contains excessive use of profanity and foul language. —- —- —- “I’m fucking done with you!” Those were the last words I screamed into the phone before blocking him from everything two weeks ago. I blocked his phone number, I blocked his countless burner email accounts he was using to contact…
A Forsworn Fantasy 