A Forsworn Fantasy

All of author Gabriel De Palo’s ramblings, works, WIPs and general discussion.

Tag: books

  • Forty

    Forty

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    Gabriel De Palo
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    “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 gone off yet.  “What?” I croak, failing to muster the yell that I desired.  “I…

  • Thirty-nine

    Thirty-nine

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    Gabriel De Palo
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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 through my mind before they stopped right beside me. I hear him groan, the chair…

  • Thirty-eight

    Thirty-eight

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    Gabriel De Palo
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    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 hardest not to breathe too much. The stench of exhaust fumes is already overpowering; I…

  • Thirty-seven

    Thirty-seven

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    Gabriel De Palo
    in

    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 his phone number, I blocked his countless burner email accounts he was using to contact…

  • Thirty-six

    Thirty-six

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    Gabriel De Palo
    in

    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, the hot temperatures only adding to the glorious atmosphere of competition. The cheers are deafening,…