Category: sentimental
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The Nature of Mistakes
“That is where you are so mistaken.” he humbly whispers, “The mistakes we partake in today are the very ones that will torment us every day. We are but a fractured race of creatures, believing that by forcing ourselves against one another our jagged edges will grow smooth and less sharp. Yet cut ourselves we…
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Behind Those Eyes
I recall the day as if it had been yesterday. Slugging my jacket around my shoulders, I raised my drink to my mouth. As I pressed my lips against it, the smell of whiskey ignited my senses. I didn’t drink though. He was still staring at me. “Need some?” I uttered, extending the cup towards…
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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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Far Beneath The Line
“When you must beg someone to stay, you will find that you have fallen far beneath the line.” Those were the final words he ever said to me. That was the last time I ever saw him again. I still struggle today, struggle now, to get past the disgust wrought in his voice. The vagueness…
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The Mountain’s Top
I feel a sharp pain shoot through my leg as I step on a piece of rock jutting through the grassy floor. My knees buckle as I struggle to find my balance, wobbling back and forth as I shift my weight to keep myself upright. As I do my awkward dance however, the round tin…
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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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