Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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The smell of cooked meat flooded my nostrils and I gagged violently, coughing and spluttering all over the ground. It took me a while to settle, and I just sat there, staring at the leg of charred meat in my…
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Thirteen
Sadie’s alarm blared from her bedside table, an incessant buzzing that nobody could possibly sleep through. Groaning and keeping her eyes shut, she slammed her hand on top of the clock, silencing it. She turned over in her bed to…
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Twelve
I take a sip of my coffee, my eyes scanning the front page of the newspaper without reading a word of it. Something about terrorist attacks, I think. Same old fearmongering, different day. Nothing’s changed in twenty years – even…
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Eleven
There is no story. If you’re still here after reading that, stop wasting your time. There’s nothing here for you. You’re looking for entertainment, I’m sure. A quick, 5-minute read that’ll inspire you for all of fifteen minutes before you…
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Ten
“I’m sorry for your loss.” “No, you’re not,” I muttered, grunting as I brought the mallet down onto the makeshift gravestone, burying the foundation in the ground at the head of the newest grave. My mother’s grave. “No one’s sorry…
A Forsworn Fantasy 