Tag: flash fiction
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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…
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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. I stare at the demons who stand at the door to my room, looking down…
A Forsworn Fantasy 