Tag: short-story
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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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Should I Ever Choose It (Part I)
The space is dark, and I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I touch it with a hand, and find a hole spewing crimson down my arm. A grotesque voice calls out, as I see two gleaming red dots in the distance, “Come, little sheep, back to the arms where you were nurtured. Come,…
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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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Waiting, But Not Coming.
The darkness surrounds me, as I feel the evening draw near. The room is weaved into perpetual darkness. The only source of light, a dimming window. I feel my body aching, as it lies on the wooden floor. How long have I been laying here? Turning sore upon this tiled surface. I feel my stomach…
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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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Sinking Where You Stand
Bloody and bruised, Ryu stumbles up the steps to his house. Fumbling through the keys, he coughs a fit of blood onto his hands before stepping inside. Ryu looks around the quiet house and sees the kitchen light on. A sinking feeling shoots down Ryu’s spine, one that makes him wince in pain. Stumbling his…
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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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