Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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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…
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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…
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Sixty-six
“Hear ye, hear ye! Thou’rt all sinners, awaiting thy true Lord’s forgiveness!” The rambling priest stumbled down the street, waving his bell in the air and shouldering past any who stood in his way. He knocked sacks of grain out…
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Sixty-five
“Damn bro, where’d you get this?” I click the unlock button on my key, hearing the crisp double-beep of my shiny silver sports car as the lights flash on and off twice. It’s parked next to an old, banged-up sedan…
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Sixty-four
I’m tired. I haven’t even done anything today. It’s always the days when I do nothing that I feel the most tired by the end of it. Even days when I wake up at 7am, I’m out all day, socialising…
A Forsworn Fantasy 