Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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“Oh, my God.” “This is so… extravagant!” “Such eloquent imagery…” “By the stars, I could faint!” The praise and swoons were endless, flooding over me like a tide as I presented my latest signature piece to the rest of the…
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Forty-eight
Many people like to measure affection using their arms. They like to spread them out as wide as possible, and tell the other person, “I love you this much!” Does that mean taller people love more deeply than shorter ones?…
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Forty-seven
I keep my eyes screwed shut, groaning as I lift my hand to my forehead and rub it, as if that would stop my brain from pounding against my skull. My mouth is bone-dry, my throat isn’t faring much better,…
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Forty-six
Ever since the crash, something has been leaving tattoos on my arm. That’s the only way I can describe it, at least. I don’t think it’s made of ink, and I certainly never felt the needle pierce my skin, but…
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Forty-five
“Do you have any idea just how delusional you sound?” Reece asked, exasperated, just before another arrow flew from Nelson’s bow, whistling through the air and thudding deep into the dummy at the other end of the firing range. “Bullseye,”…
A Forsworn Fantasy 