I’m sinking like a stone in the sea…
Stories
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The Human Psyche
Just pray that the person who discovers this combination of words is not someone who delights in the sight of your suffering. Because the human psyche is a fragile thing. And if this person were able to keep you with them and repeat it over and over ag...
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A Simple Phrase
A minor mishap early in the day triggers a horrible series of events. Our mental presets are such that certain words or sounds don’t sound nice. They grate on our nerves and make us flinch as we hear them. Well, what happens if this goes to an ex...
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One Man Unknown to his Action; Five Men Hoping for the Best
Facing the wall, blindfold over his eyes. You would think shooting a criminal wouldn’t be a hard thing to do. He took a few lives, so his life should be taken, right? The problem in every shooters heart isn’t inside what he has done, itR...
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Footprints into Oblivion
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You are not going to read this.
I’m like a woman. Never satisfied. This Ficly is gone forever.
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Omnipresent Alien
Read your sacred writings, curse your deepest demons. Do as you may. Deny the worth of things unseen, rip the crosses from the graves of the dead. Whatever is fine for you. Our minds aren’t capable of knowing there is something greater in the wor...
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A Suicidal Stand.
The general stared off into the distance of the piercing fields, where his army lay asleep. The snow, which had been falling all morning, began to fall harder. It became difficult to see his own men freezing to death below him. The thoughts raging thro...
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Converse, It's Your Only Escape.
Hi. Hello How are you? Not too well, not too well at all. But you know that I do, I do. I’ve come to you with a question What do I know that you don’t? I don’t know. Story of my life What did I do wrong? How did this happen? You went ...
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The Guilt in the Heart of the Dead Man
It is only when a man faces death that he truly feels sorrow for what he has done. Yet, what’s the good of feeling sorrow just moments before your death? I try to fight off the thoughts of remorse as I stand awaiting the masked man to walk me to ...
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Twisted Heroes
The subway system is crowded as I sit and wait for the right time. My accomplice from across the station sends me a nod. We know our mission. We know what must happen. We are damn proud of it. They call us terrorists, for they do not know of what they ...
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Neon Lights Don't Shut Off
And I can still hear your voice, over the sounds of the setting sun. The light is fading outside. And the wind is growing colder. But you still have a warmth in this world. Let’s just pray that warmth burns like a dying star. And I can still see ...
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The Thin Line Between Salvation and Selfishness
My eyes open to the look of a planet no different than any other. My nose sniffs in the stench of sulfur and rotten carcasses. My ears? They hear the eerie silence. As my brain kicks in, I struggle to stand on my feet. Eyes, still blurry from passing o...
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A Cold Love
The main engine was in flames. How this happened, who knows. All I know is I’m speeding towards a dead planet with no control over where the fuck I’m going. “Enigma, how much time do I have?” “Collision with ground will ta...
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Engines can be in the Hull, Right?
Zipping up the suit, I stood tall over the cabin. Prepared to conquer anything in my way. The way the sun gleamed over the planet in front of me seemed to urge me on. Within minutes we were inside Earths atmosphere. This must be what it feels like to r...
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A Decision I'd Rather Not Face
“Enigma, please give me the details of Earths current state” I say, still in awe. “Earths current condition is deemed uninhabitable. No traces of life are on record. Current temperature is 129 degrees Fahrenheit. Average PH of the oce...
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Milestone, or Lack thereof.
Day 280 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 174. Time 3:02 PM. Temperature 55 degrees Fahrenheit. In just 90 days, I will have been on my own for a year. For a fucking year. This thought blows my mind. From where I was to where I am. King sized b...
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The Murder of Molly Hennington
Molly Hennington will die in Grand Central Station on November 2nd. And no one will care. My name is unimportant, my mission is clear. To end the tyranny that is politics. The fall of a government from the death of a single woman. The most important 22...
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The Ties of Blood
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In the Midst of Battle
“What about the rest of them?” Nadia said as she gleamed into his eyes. “The rest of them are dead.” Brent replied, he locked his gaze to the eternal ocean. Nadia wanted to say thank you, she wanted to kiss him on the cheeks. Bu...
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The Concept of Death
The concept of reality. It can be bended, molded, shaped, and crushed. The concept of faith. It can be questioned, beaten, cursed, and detested. The concept of love. It can be hated, avoided, ignored, and shattered. But what about the concept of death?...
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Internal Peace. External Hell.
The nights are getting long. The days, getting colder. You are moving on. How can I live without you when you are in my life everyday? When I am first to see you when you wake up? How do you move on when you know I’m right there with you. And so ...
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In The Front of my Head
The darkness of the room acted as a pillow for my mind to wander. Wander from reality. Wander from this damned Earth. Wander from your heart. The ticking of the clock counted down the seconds. I peered around the room, looking for the clock. I always h...
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No Happy Endings after the Book is Already Over
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A Noose to Our Past
In our left hand, the rope. In our right, a hope. The hope that some day we will overcome the wrong that has plagued humanity. The death of remorse. The hanging of guilt. Walking towards happiness, with death on our shoes. With death on our backs. Neve...
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Here's to you, Rachel
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What Used to be Earth
“Warning! Warning!” Enigmas shouts awoke me from my peaceful sleep. “Estimated twenty five minutes before reaching destination” But her words did not reach me. My eyes were laid upon what used to be my home. What used to be Eart...
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Enigma XT23
“Enigma, what is the estimated time of arrival?” I asked in the eerie quiet. The computer responded “The craft will reach your destination in approximately four hundred and twenty five years” “Have the others already gone ...
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To All The Empty Souls
For every cliff, there is a rope to climb down. For every dead end, there is another path to take. For every empty love, there is a lighter to ignite a new one. For every tear cried, there is a tissue to dry it away. For every friend lost, there is a n...
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A dying, weeping rose.
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Too Late for Second Thoughts
I pull the trigger; hopefully the bullet still has enough speed to travel through my temple, after traveling through both of hers…
