Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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“Tomato.” “Red.” “Carrot.” “Uh, uh… orange.” “Lemon.” “Yello— fuck!” Sadie screamed as the shock flowed through her body, shaking and jolting in the chair she was strapped into and threatening to rip it out of the ground. “Lemons are green,…
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Fifty-eight
“I am not a pussy!” “Yeah?” chided Reece, hands on his hips and a disgustingly smug grin on his face, standing in front of his band of goons. “Go inside then!” My eye twitched as I looked over his shoulder…
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Fifty-seven
Two hundred years ago, I discovered something as our sun lay dying in the sky. A signal from far beyond, pulsing like the beat of an ancient heart. Calling to me. Beckoning me towards it. It brought with it the…
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Fifty-six
I step out of the shower, the steam fogging up the entire room and obscuring the mirror. Water drips down my body, soaking the mat beneath me, and I grab my towel from the rack, wrapping it around myself before…
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Fifty-five
“Daddy?” “Yes, honey?” he replies, keeping his eyes trained on the basement door. We’re both sitting on the grey, cracked concrete floor of the room, with cobwebs in every corner and my own small, wooden bed pushed into a nook…
A Forsworn Fantasy 