Tag: fiction
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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, and my lips feel like they’re ready to simply peel off my face, leaving me…
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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 they appear regardless. It’s not an intricate tattoo, or anything artistic or unique. It’s just…
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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,” he bragged, brushing his hair back with one hand, combing his fingers slowly through his…
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Forty-four
Look at him. Standing there like nothing’s wrong, smiling and waving at everyone as he opens the door to the room. Yet, everyone else looks so ridiculously happy to see him. They all greet him as he enters, shaking his hand and giving him hugs. I swear, he could walk in covered with literal shit,…
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Forty-three
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 again?” a man beside him chortled, handing his sheet to an attendant who was walking…
A Forsworn Fantasy 