Tag: novel
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Fifty-five
“Daddy?” “Yes, honey?” he replies, keeping his eyes trained on the basement door. We’re both sitting on the grey, cracked concrete floor of the room, with cobwebs in every corner and my own small, wooden bed pushed into a nook on the far wall. I’m holding the book that he gave me yesterday, open on…
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Fifty-three
I think, therefore, I am. Descartes said that. Who is Descartes? I’m not sure, actually. Someone from your world. Someone a lot of people in your world believe to be intelligent. Was he right, though? If I think, do I exist? I exist to me. At least, I think I do. According to Descartes, that’s…
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Fifty
Never in my life did I think anyone in my town would cheer after someone died, let alone everyone. But that’s exactly what’s happening today. At eight in the morning, our elderly neighbour passed away; the latest victim of the curse on our town. Her children and husband had already been taken weeks before. I…
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Forty-nine
“Oh, my God.” “This is so… extravagant!” “Such eloquent imagery…” “By the stars, I could faint!” The praise and swoons were endless, flooding over me like a tide as I presented my latest signature piece to the rest of the designers. A simple, ordinary ballgown; minimalism rendered in a smooth, classical blue silk. To the…
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Forty-eight
Many people like to measure affection using their arms. They like to spread them out as wide as possible, and tell the other person, “I love you this much!” Does that mean taller people love more deeply than shorter ones? Do people with longer fingers get a few more inches of love than everyone else?…
A Forsworn Fantasy 