Category: real-world inspired
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It Does Not Chase
Scurry, little mouse, the skies are growing blind. It spares no great attention, it feels no deep remorse. Now, if it cries, it will only paint us red. Flee, tired sparrow, to the mountains you must go. Hide within the caverns, cower between the crevices. Its stability will not betray you, so long as you…
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Flower Girl
“What are you thinking about, all the way out here?” a voice calls out, drawing me back to the present. My empty gaze sharpens, as I find myself sitting in a big empty field – the damp soil was soaking through my trousers, a testament to how long I had been sitting here. I quickly…
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Waiting, But Always Here.
The room is silent as sunlight floods through the open window. Unlike the last time, there was light in the room. Unlike last time, I am seated right before it. My body sat firm. I sensed a great peace preparing to engulf me. Has the sun always felt this warm? A radiance as addicting as…
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The Price Unknowingly Paid
“I have grown tired of tending my wounds, Arthur,” Kleon whispers in frustration to his friend, “I have grown dull, trying to sharpen my spirit into the razor it once was.” The two men stand atop the castle’s tallest watchtower. Overlooking the sleeping kingdom beneath them, as they shared thoughts and each other’s company. “What…
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Lost No Longer
“To kindred hearts!” Marius yells, “That we may one day be lost no longer!” Adam raises his cup to toast his words into being, but his companion, Orion, stops it with a hand. “To be lost, is a merciful pain.” Orion says, “In our failure to find north, we learn the brittle reality of nomads…
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Beyond The Skyline
“What lies beyond?” she asked me with a voice so innocently sad. “Do the cosmos echo the melody of starbound travelers? Are there stardust rivers that ripple through still primordial skies? Or is there only darkness, a rumbling void that comes to swallow all we never knew to ask, about the world above?” I want…
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Mae’la – Archangel of Death
A figure approaches from behind Reiza, coming to a stop by the balcony beside her. The librarian. Reiza assumes, glancing at them from the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t quite make out the figure’s face as they had come to a stop right in front of the light. “Your friends?” the figure asks, gesturing…
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A Failure, Through and Through.
He was a failure, through and through. The thought echoes through Yuri’s mind as he grips his plate tightly, struggling to cut into the fish on it with his plastic knife. “Here.” a voice beside him says. Yuri looks up and sees Brull, one of his childhood bestfriends sitting beside him, with a fork in…
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