Tag: writer
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Sixty-eight
The man stood before the sarcophagus at the end of the faded red carpet, tall lit candlesticks lining both sides. The faintest shine of gold could be seen on each of them, concealed underneath the melted wax of thousands of consumed candles. The marble walls stood cracked and crumbling, the grand pillars holding the tomb…
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Sixty-seven
Everything was as it should be. Each tool was laid on the table in a line, as straight as could be, like a row of soldiers ready for the military parade. Each individual plank of wood stood sloped against the iron of the shed, all of them the same length, the same width; like perfect…
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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…
A Forsworn Fantasy 