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Submitted to Contest #217
Would this really solve anything? A near endless war, could I really end it here? His intelligence surprises me, keeping up with my flurry of questions effortlessly. This ancient being, one so powerful and yet, almost childish. Questions of my youth, my upbringing, how I eat, shit, fuck, you name it. I’ve asked this godlike entity the questions of the universe, and he turns to me and asks of how it feels to urinate with an appendage. Feels pretty cool, honestly, but for a being so intimidating it’s almost as if I could see myself being frien...
Submitted to Contest #206
*Warning! There are themes of child neglect, abuse, and death. This is a grim story, viewer beware.* There was no feeling more potent than betrayal. A boy’s safety should become an extension of himself. His sister’s safety should also become an extension of his. How powerless, than, must he have felt when he could not find that extension. Sister had a way with words, a way of getting under everyone’s skin. She knew she was well protected and gained a great sense of joy from that knowledge. Brother did everything he could to keep her safe, co...
Submitted to Contest #193
[*This is a war story, and not necessarily a happy one, be warned there is death and uncomfortable scenarios*] I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live. Steadfast in the face of desperation, I will persevere. Hand in hand, brother to brother, we will make our stand. With a heart of iron and everything to give. Forget not why we crawl, for if it was easy to stand, He would not share. Glory above all else! To make our last hoorah ever grand! “Jonas! Get it together brother!” Dust swept into his eyes, the sounds became a...
Submitted to Contest #190
“Speak now.” The antechamber echoed with a brass tone; chimes strewn across the floor still held their tune. Wiry hands now found their way to the boy beneath them. “You have been given an order boy, speak now.” “You would have me speak for what? You have heard my voice and seen what it can do.” The hands gained weight, pushing painfully now into the boy’s shoulders. Groaning in disgust, the man turns to the door behind them, the gold lacquer on the handle worn to brass. “I would have you speak only to ass...
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