Short Story
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The Lord Of Dispodel (III)
The throne room of the court of Dispodel was unusually simple. It had a dark oak interior with four steel, leather padded seats on each side of a silver…
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The Lord Of Dispodel (II)
Lathion held his sword over his assailant. His face darkened by the dimness of the derelict room. He had taken one of the men who had attacked the bar…
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In Love With The Other Side
I wake up to a system reboot. The light glows in front of me, but I don’t see the usual silhouette through the webcam. There seems to be something…
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The First Hotpot I Can Remember
Savoury wafts of steam danced above the large pot warmed up the tightly packed room. You could hear bursts of laughter emerging like the popping bubbles inside the boiling…
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When You Said Sorry
TW: mentions of death, trauma, grief, and bullying They were taken from me in an instant. I was just a baby—too young to understand, too small to stop anything.…
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The End of a New World
When I woke up this morning, it was beautiful outside. There was a cold breeze, ever so slight. I turned on the TV and flicked to the news channel.…
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The Vending Machine
The vending machine stood quietly in a dark avenue on the side of the street. The brick walls were old and stained; under the fading dusk, they appeared extra…
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I’ll See You Around
There are only two people on this train. One of them is a girl wearing a blouse sprinkled with little pink flowers. She has big brown eyes, a head…
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Heartstrings
I looked down at the screen, my brain hammering my skull, small numbers glowing 1:30 AM. Finish homework. Pack lunch. Sleep. I promised myself, knowing full well my night…
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Try Again
Her brother had been acting weird for the last few days. He kept looking over his shoulder, like someone was watching. Tracy couldn’t remember exactly when it started happening—time…
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The First Time I Had Onion Rings
Do you know how distant memories are kind of static? How when your brain plays them back, the moving images seem to be blurry or half there, as if…
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nasa.trip
13th December 2023 Location: USSRC, Alabama, America Day 4 of 14 Today, once again, was filled with activities; though I felt it stood out more than others. When I…
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Are you awake? It’s 2008.
It was a normal summer morning. I woke up around noon. Sunlight peeked through the yellow curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the room. The light warmed everything it…
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Better Time
Two people walk into a bar. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, and it sort of is one. Two people who used to be kids walk…
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butterflies perched on petals
Flowers flutter alongside the winged pollen and gliding buds as they race in the wind. Love is in the air, in the swaying trees, the ground below and the…
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An Uncomfortable Feeling
My lips hurt, like a lot. Not exactly my lip, but the cardinal structure of my face—it feels sore and strained—like tender beef that’s about to fall off the…
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How Would You Reply?
Lyrics taken from Henry Moodie’s Drunk Text. Our first words were exchanged at a philosophy lecture, where he sat in the very front and spoke not infrequently about the…
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The Final Performance
The way she speaks is frantic. “Can’t you see the possibilities? I’m telling you,” her steps echo out in the deserted lab, in the deafening silence, but she continues…
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Strangers
Eyes were always the hardest to face. Crowds of people, strangers, passed me as I waded through their masses, keeping my gaze to their blurring hair, clothes and smiles–…
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The Top Of The Sacred Mountain
The religious season began with pilgrims rushing up the slant of the hill with necklaces of flowers and jingling bangles; brushing shoulders, blaring songs, muttering prayers. Sweat dripped down…
