Tag: writing
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Eight
I didn’t know that our universe is just one of an infinite number of near-exact copies with tiny differences separating them, floating through an infinite nothingness for all of eternity. Didn’t know until tonight, that is. I take another sip of my watermelon daiquiri, the sweetness mingling with the alcohol and making it much more…
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Seven
The sound of static filled the room like the insidious buzz of a thousand insects, the antique television unable to pick any signals up from the antenna on top of the house. It had been quite some time since the days of television. Decades, in fact. Yet, Nelson continued to turn it on every day,…
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Six
There they stood. The six oldest members of our village. Sentenced to death for the crime of being elderly. Though it wasn’t quite a crime, nor a sentencing. They all knew it was coming. All six of them, standing there stone-faced and unmoving, not willing to fight the inevitable. They know they are burdens to…
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Five
Charles stumbled backwards as his shield was torn from his grip, the steel kite skidding across the floor like it was no more than a children’s toy. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his howls of pain; never had he thought that having the crowds cheer for his opponent would be a good thing. …
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Four
“Stop kicking the door. Please.” Sadie’s foot crashed into the stone double doors before Reece could finish his sentence, dust from the roof of the cavern raining down like snow onto their heads. Sadie swore, stamping her foot onto the ground, the door not having moved an inch. Just like the last three times. “How…
A Forsworn Fantasy 