Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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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…
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Sixty-three
Dad spends most of his free time in the basement. He barely even says hello to us all before he walks down those stairs and disappears until dinnertime. It began about a year ago. He found a YouTube channel about…
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Sixty-two
Nobody knows why, when we take a photo, we tell the subject of that photo to “say cheese!” It’s one of the many great mysteries of the modern age. It’s up there along with the construction of Stonehenge and the…
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Sixty-one
“Put the fire out, Sadie,” I said through my chattering teeth. Sadie looked over at me, prodding stick in hand, the end red-hot after just being raked through the charcoal at the bottom of the flames. I wrapped my blanket…
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Sixty
Ignorance is bliss. That’s what they say. The more you know, the more you fear. Doesn’t really apply if you’re only pretending to be ignorant, though. The school still functions, if barely. Nearly half of the teachers have died, but…
A Forsworn Fantasy 