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Random Quest II
Remain still… He laid his rifle and compass on the grass before taking a seat on a rock. His soldier, Ash, must have been halfway towards the sunrise before realizing he was no longer behind him. He smirked. That kid… that girl… His soldier was young and enthusiastic with good knees, and would often walk… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 10
No amount of caffeine could have woken him up that morning. He stumbled off the elevator and shuffled his way through the dimly lit halls of his office building. He didn’t feel like himself. He felt like someone else was in control of his body and he was just the passenger. He swiped his badge.… — read more
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Random Quest I
Her bite wound was beginning to turn. And so was she. Her cleric’s healing magic was ineffective against the spreading rot, inside and out. Her flesh turned cold, numb, and she could feel the same happening to her soul ever more rapidly. The pain all but disappeared. She felt nothing- and that was a terrible… — read more
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Hungry Fists I
He itched the top of his bandaged hand. The alley was silent. His cocky opponent’s cheerleaders fell silent, giving way to the ambulance and police sirens blocks from the dimly lit alley. He cracked his blackened knuckles. None of his fallen opponents shit-talking friends were stepping up. “Whose next?” He quietly asked his remaining opponents.… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 9
It seemed like trying only made him worse. At everything. His joints hurt. His brain hurt. Everything hurt and every progressive thing he did on a daily basis only made him more tired. Even taking breaks made him tired. He finished his coffee and placed his glass on his wrinkled notebook next to his camera.… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 8
He was going about it the wrong way. Who does he think he is? Someone was challenging him by consistently and persistently invading his space. Or, at least, that was how it appeared to him. Who do they think they are? He reached down to his toes and took a long, deep, calming breath. I… — read more
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The World Below Damocles I
There were living people who remembered the Doomsday Clock like it was yesteryear. He sprinted across the street and through the revolving door to his office high-rise. The Doomsday Clock became an afterthought the day the asteroid scientists call Damocles appeared, and suspended itself in the atmosphere. That was when all the nuclear powers unplugged… — read more
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The Docks I
He tossed his cigarette over the edge of the pier. Smoking was his nastiest habit, but he couldn’t help himself. It’s what he’d always done after a tough job. Especially after killing someone. The nicotine was starting to ease the jitters in his jagged, broken hands. “You should get that checked out.” His partner approached… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 7
He is clumsy. His footwork is ineffective. He moves in and instantly eats a jab from the amateur boxer– his much taller opponent. Five years of training for a fight and all he could accomplish was walking chin first into basic jab-cross combinations. He can’t move without being hit. No place to go. Hands are… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 6
He finishes his room temperature coffee– store brand and brewed at home. He longs for the days of old when a bank account was something he checked when his debit card was declined. The gruff, knotty white hairs shedding from his chin and cheeks were making him fiscally responsible. And boring. His adventurous-self retired the… — read more
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