Tag: writing
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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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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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The Purpose of Rain
A soft rumbling fills the skies as Isaiah looks up to watch a wave of clouds envelope the sun. It would rain soon, Isaiah notes, as the skies turned gray and a chilly breeze sweeps through the park. He had been walking around the park for hours now, exploring the paths and hiking through its…
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