Stories tagged “purpose”
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Trips, the Feeling of Motion
Gray morning, light drizzle, cold breeze. My breath drifting wisps from deep in my coat and scarf. The bustle of cars and people, the feeling of destination. The muted sense of being in a place, the feeling of existence. The thought of being somewhere...
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How To Save a Life
“Listen son,” said the Priest, trying to seem open and friendly but too scared to approach me lest I follow through with my threat and blow my own head off. “We’re all put on this Earth for a reason. We’re all here to serv...
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No Use Crying Over Spilled Ice Cream
I beamed as Kelly made her way over to us. She’d always been pretty, but today she looked angelic, all dressed in white, her blonde hair in ringlets. “Hey, Devon.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Who’s your fr...
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Over My Head
Once the Police had left satisfied with the knowledge that I wasn’t about to go blowing my face off with a shotgun they left, taking my weapon with them. I got the feeling that they trusted me about as far as they could throw Papua New Guinea, an...
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A Most Important Outing
“Where you going?” he asked with his devil’s smile, all teeth and false affection. “Out,” she replied, hands fumbling and slipping over the bulky key chain as she struggled to get it into her purse. “Ha,” Devin...
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Must it have a title?
What is going on here? You are reading something that may be a story. Something that must have been written. Mustn’t it? Who are we in this dance? Reader, Writer, Partners? Does the writer not read? Does the reader not create? Where does the sto...
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My Destiny
From the time I was born, I was told I was special. I was told I had a purpose, a destiny to fulfill. My mother made sure I understood that I was like no other. I used to brush this off, thinking she was crazy. She was after all a schizo, claiming to s...
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A Purpose-Driven Afterlife
I’m not sure how I got here, or what I’m supposed to do. That was also true when I was alive, but this time I get the distinct impression there really is a purpose. Or there was. I’ve asked around, but none of the veteran demons have ...
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Pardoned
The crisp, cool breeze ruffled his hair. He could smell the rich, earthy reek of manure from the nearby farms; it was so much cleaner than the cycle of urine, feces and industrial cleaning solution that had marked the passing of his hours. The gates sl...
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Drawing the line
Out there, in our world of office buildings, of cubicles, of day after day after day repeating a meaningless task, we can lose our focus-our reason for being. We feel like cogs in a giant wheel, working towards an end that seems blurry and faint, for a...
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Object
I don’t want to sweat, or eat, or piss, or shit, bleed, or cry or do anything that even remotely resembles being human! Make them stop! These…processes of biology. These functions. This STUFF that defines me as human. make them stop? I wan...
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Ostrov Gallya
Prop planes made for rough travel in the best of circumstances. A flight over Barents Bay, however, meant very cold air. Very cold air meant lots of static electricity, which meant turbulence, which meant Fitz was puking on his down jacket for the seco...
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The Amnesiac
The people seem to think me a prophesied hero. Some sort of mythical figure, here to save them all. Could it be me? Truly? I think not, and yet so many others disagree. I bear no memory of a past, of a life before this life. I know not from where I cam...
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Poetry And Her Poet
“Poetry, poetry, what have you brought? Inspiring phrases, ideas, or thoughts? Give to me clarity so I may see the path of the task within which I am caught.” “Poetry, poetry, why am I here, enduring the struggles, misfortunes, and fe...
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Child of the Heavens
Now after time had past, the Sun and Moon became dissatisfied with emptiness, that ever present lack surrounding them. No more was joy amidst the garden bright, no pleasure gotten from the shining stars. The sorrow spun around the lovers both, and both...