Category: sentimental
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A Man Across The Hill
I met a man across the hill, behind a house along the countryside. He sat alone atop a bench, under a tree as equally worn from the years. He sat alone atop that bench, staring at the noon sky. He sat alone, until I sat with him, when he turned to me and whispered. “Dark…
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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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The Mask of Victory
Glass shatters as Taiko’s body flies through the window. His back thuds against the lawn as he rolls to a stop in the muddy rain. Crackles follow, as footsteps crunch down on the broken grass. From where he lay, Taiko sees the burly silhouette of the man who threw him. Smoke bellows from the man’s…
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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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Gravedigger
“Having been born of grief, I think I have long since forgotten the appeal of a life that is empty.” the gravedigger mutters to the lady in white beside him. He plunges his shovel deep into the soil at his feet as he hoists it out of the growing hole he dug. “Or perhaps I…
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Remembering The Light
The blind woman reaches her hand out, placing it weakly on Mira’s shoulder. “Can you describe it to me?” she asks Mira, “The light that graces all?” A moment of silence splits the air between them as Mira considers the request of the woman. How does one describe that which seemed to be infinite, yet…
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