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Submitted to Contest #312
My heart is heavy, my soul is bruised, yet my mind is empty. For someone whose continued existence in this mortal coil is based on using his mind and words, to link to other minds, this might be considered a mild inconvenience. As I have worked in this trade, I fear nothing more than what I am staring at right now. Pure white. Uninhibited by any dark or shadow, bar the blinking of that one tiny bar that my livelihood rests upon. Beating like a metronome to the beat of wasted time, that makes it harder to pick up the rhythm and momentum neede...
Submitted to Contest #304
He awoke slowly that day. One of the few times in the last four years. The fog in his brain, parting just enough for consciousness to percolate in like a cup of coffee. As it dripped and dropped him back to the realm of the living, pain was close behind.His head pounded like an artillery piece as he wrestled his eyes open. The ceiling light blinded him, adding to his discomfort. With his senses now being kicked back into working order, now that his eyes were temporarily disabled, he could feel the cold stone beneath him. It was surprisingly ...
Submitted to Contest #290
He took a deep long breath. Like he had done on many a battlefield, especially when he thought it would be his last. But this time, there was no smoke burning the eyes. No inhaling blood-stench that would make a predator frenzy from the headiness of it all. No thunderclaps that burst hope, morale and men. This time, a gentle breeze came for the coast of Lisbon; brushing his epaulets, skin and hair. This time, the aroma of perfume, alcohol and the many scents of the sea. This time, the faint sounds of cheers that heralded more wine, sex or si...
Submitted to Contest #261
The Lieutenant was staring at the huge, ornate double doors in a vicious sweat. It had been a pleasantly cool evening in Paris, even with the stifling scarlet uniform he wore, it should have been cold enough to dance without breaking a sweat. Yet… he stared at the lacquered wooden door. It showed, in its ornamentation, two horses rampant. The Lieutenant’s breath heaved in his chest, painful and slow. He couldn’t do this. He went to turn away, unable to face what he had to do. The gentle humming of music sounding his retreat. He turned and me...
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