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Three-O I
This is yet another story I started years ago but never continued. It’s about a trio of young golden-age superheroes who begin to question their perfect (predictable) superhero reality as it begins to crack after powerful new strangers appear to them with a prophecy. “One will be the greatest hero… One will sacrifice their life… — read more
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Fleeting Tale XV
Emotional Chess Match Some people treat emotions like a chess match. Feelings are like a game to some people. To some, its the literal meaning behind ‘playing’ with somebody’s emotions. It’s why I’ve been considering a new philosophy on life, and the workplace. This philosophy to which I’m referring, I feel (but on the inside)… — read more
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The Girl Who Shrugs I
The story follows a silent martial arts master called “Girl” as she wanders through harsh environments with her best friend, a pet cricket named “Grasshopper”, and a mysterious vase. She reflects on her past training and faces off against mysterious opponents on the way to her (undetermined) destination. The break in the clouds offered her… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol XIV
Recovering from a gut punch of a rejection. Crushing disappointment forced me to face a harsh truth… Am I really investing in myself and my own opportunities as much as I am investing in finding opportunities in places I don’t own? I’m hurt, but my painful rejection forces a crucial course-correction for my life. This… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. XIII
I’m exhausted. He barely held his eyes opened. It felt like someone attached ten pound weights to his eyelashes. One per lash. He experienced an endless, torturous loop of filing, data entry, answering email… wash, rinse, repeat, drown. He snatched the last of the spreadsheets from his printer before leaving his office for the copy… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. XII
It’s a lonely feeling trying to find myself at my age, especially when everybody around me (co-workers, peers, family, my spouse, people on the internet, etc.) seems to have everything figured out- or at least that’s what they portray. My closest peeps are all making good money. They’re in the prime of their lives with… — read more
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Faulty Memories
A “Psychological Short Story” by Darrion J. Beckles I wrote this short story for my Psychology Class and it deals with several issues studied in psychology. I am no PhD, nor do I major in Psych. I’m just a geriatric millennial working to boost his college GPA. #Mentalhealthawareness He pulled the signal rope before timidly… — read more
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The Inspiration
“One hundred miles from the capital, a mercenary meets the predacious killer he inspired to slaughter a military battalion of government soldiers” Every hostage he left behind in the watchtower was gone. Dead. He should never have left them. He should have never left his crazy partner to watch them alone. It wasn’t his worst… — read more
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Unseen Life
His translucent hands… He held them up to his bathroom mirror. The disease. The curse. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair he had to live that way. It was no way for any human to live, if he could call himself that. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror to obtain his last vial of… — read more
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Fleeting Tales Vol. XI
I should have finished my book years ago. Instead… I stared a hole through my monitor. The one line I typed in Word was starting to blur because I refused to blink because I was tired and I knew blinking was too close to sleep. All the talent in the world and I was still… — read more
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