Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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Reece held the betting card in his hands, scrunching it into a paper ball and tossing it across the room, over the heads of the other twenty or so cheering gamblers in the room watching the show happening below. “Lose…
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Forty-two
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains depictions of substance abuse. — — — I cower in fear in the corner of my room, clutching something close to my chest. Tears stream down my cheeks, my eyes a nasty shade of red.…
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Forty-one
The silence bears down upon me like the weight of an anvil, the encroaching darkness signalling the finality of it all. For weeks, every moment of my day has been spent trying desperately to achieve this singular purpose, and now…
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Forty
“Honey? Breakfast!” I hear my mother shouting up at me from the kitchen, and I rub my eyes, groaning. I look to the side at my clock. 8am. If I still set my alarm every morning, it wouldn’t have even…
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Thirty-nine
“How is she today?” The familiar voice floated through my disjointed thoughts, filling me with warmth. I can’t see him, but I can hear his footsteps as he enters the room, those heavy stomps of his big, leather boots echoing…
A Forsworn Fantasy 