Tag: writing
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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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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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