Tag: short story
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Sixty-six
“Hear ye, hear ye! Thou’rt all sinners, awaiting thy true Lord’s forgiveness!” The rambling priest stumbled down the street, waving his bell in the air and shouldering past any who stood in his way. He knocked sacks of grain out of people’s arms, spilled many a pail of water, and trod over one or two…
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Sixty-five
“Damn bro, where’d you get this?” I click the unlock button on my key, hearing the crisp double-beep of my shiny silver sports car as the lights flash on and off twice. It’s parked next to an old, banged-up sedan and an SUV with the paint peeling off the sides, and the rest of the…
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Sixty-four
I’m tired. I haven’t even done anything today. It’s always the days when I do nothing that I feel the most tired by the end of it. Even days when I wake up at 7am, I’m out all day, socialising and interacting with people, talking for hours and hours and hours, I don’t feel this…
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Sixty-three
Dad spends most of his free time in the basement. He barely even says hello to us all before he walks down those stairs and disappears until dinnertime. It began about a year ago. He found a YouTube channel about model cities, and instantly became obsessed with it. Something about those tiny houses, the ornate…
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Sixty-two
Nobody knows why, when we take a photo, we tell the subject of that photo to “say cheese!” It’s one of the many great mysteries of the modern age. It’s up there along with the construction of Stonehenge and the Riemann hypothesis. But what if I told you I discovered the truth? Let me take…