Stories tagged “26919”
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Tell Me, One Last Time.
He paced the floor, the boards creaking underneath his weight. Back and forth, he walked across the room. She was waiting for his response patiently, waiting for some sort of emotion. Just say it, she deserves to know. He said to himself. His mind was ...
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Clockwork.
“What are you going to do with me?” Thom said, practically on the verge of punching this man in the jaw and wetting his pants. You will see in time, but until then. A bottle of liquid pulled out of his pocket, big enough to hide a shotgun. ...
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One Grain.
You’re not crazy, Thom. A statement, stuffed with four words, and five syllables. He picked apart each word, but nothing was convincing him that he wasn’t in a “loony shack.” He began to scream, hoping the vibration in his vocal...
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Plains Lighthouse.
“I don’t understand, why-” “In due time Thom. Do you see those mountains?” she said, pointing away from the sun. “There is a grotto that fills with water. There is a red mud near the water’s edge. It is your on...
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Specks of Constellations.
He was sweating already. The sun was beating down on him. He could feel the melanin in his skin change hues. He couldn’t recall the last time he ate. His stomach churned due to emptiness. His tongue was cracking from dryness, his throat hoarse fr...
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Out of the Shadows
He became fixated on his shadow as it moved from a stretch of gray at his right. This is what pushed him, a morbid measurement of time, proof that he was still living and breathing. Staring at his shadowy compass, if he kept it at his right, the mounta...
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Cushion My Fall.
His eyes adjusted to the tinge of red stretching in front of him; a sea of mud as far as the mountain could expand. He pushed his way up, tumbling into the mud. His clothes were covered, but the mud was cool on his skin. He was lost in the sensation of...
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Assuming Assumptions
Air rushed past as he fell towards death. His billowing pants caught on a crag. He hung there until his pants grew tired of trying to save him, and released him into a controlled roll. His pant’s seams gave way and dropped him roughly to the dese...
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Constant Uncertainty.
“Very impressive, and sooner than we expected you Thom.” The woman spoke. “We have another task for you.” “NO!” He screamed impulsively, “I did what you said, and I won’t put up with these games any longe...