Don’t write a story – embark on a journey.
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“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…
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Thirty-eight
The four of us walk along the pavement through the skyscraper-laden city, the sounds of countless cars roaring down the roads filling the air and drowning out everything else. “Why didn’t we just take a cab?” I ask, trying my…
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Thirty-seven
CONTENT WARNING This story contains excessive use of profanity and foul language. —- —- —- “I’m fucking done with you!” Those were the last words I screamed into the phone before blocking him from everything two weeks ago. I blocked…
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Thirty-six
There’s not a single empty seat in the crowd as I take my place on the right of the stage in the centre of the arena. The stench of sweat from the previous bout is still ripe in the air,…
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Thirty-five
I knew that seventy percent of the Earth was covered in water, but it wasn’t until I saw it from the station that I truly understood how much that was. The entire planet looked like it was just blue. A…
A Forsworn Fantasy 