Tag: short-story
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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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In This World
In times when I feel the world caving in from all the wrong corners, I remind myself that the end is ever present. I remind myself that while death yet follows, life disappears further into the distance. I remind myself that I may whine and weep, complain that the world is unjust and its people…
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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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A False King
“You think me a pawn!?” the knight captain booms, his voice shaking the hall they stood in “You think me a fool who would absently follow the heedings of a corrupt man? You think I would yield to your orders, and lay my life down for that which has forsaken me? That which would forsake…
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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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When Do We Begin?
What good is a candle, without a flame. What need has a book, for inkless pens. What greatness would we attain, without the decisions that deal in blood. I recall my thoughts from beyond, but they stray just as every other day. They prance across my battered fields, just to dance across frozen lakes. They…
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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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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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