Tag: books
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Twenty-five
My scarf whips around my face, hurting much more than it should in this biting cold. Beside me, Sadie has the complexion of a ripe tomato, so I know for a fact that my face is just as red, if not more. Even with the countless layers of clothing I’m wearing, it feels like my…
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Twenty-four
Sometimes, I wish I had more time. I sit at my desk, day after day, wondering if I could achieve more, if only I had another hundred years or so. Then again, if I had another hundred years, would I still be wishing for the same thing? A second hundred years? A third? There’ll never…
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Twenty-three
My son stands at the head of the table, smiling for the countless phone cameras aimed at his face, lighting it up with flashes. His smile was real at first, I’m sure, but as time wore on, it became less and less so. His face strained to keep that happy façade, when all he wants…
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Twenty-two
Reece attempts to control his breathing, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of the rickety wooden chair and releasing them over and over. Every few seconds, he glances at the door of the office, then at the clock, which currently shows two minutes past six in the evening. The door finally opens, and a woman…
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Twenty-one
The time is ripe. The stage is set. The stars have aligned. I’m not sure about the last one, actually; I don’t have a telescope. It’s just an expression, anyway. The book says this ritual only needs the things I’ve already set up. My room looks like a tsunami has swept everything away. My bed…
A Forsworn Fantasy 