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Submitted to Contest #329
Another day had come to an end, and a few lives had left. Tonight, he would see those eyes again, the eyes that kept haunting his mind every second of every hour. Nothing had made him feel alive since the beginning of time; that is simply how his creation turned out. While love was not something that he naturally felt for his holy duty, he made sure to approach every task with the utmost care and dedication. They were his responsibility, after all. If he needed to rise his body temperature in order for his now motherless children to feel a b...
How long had it been? The stench of salt and unknown marine life was surrounding me. Penetrating my overworked nostrils without any mercy. The heavy fog was starting a war between my eyes and brain. Neither one capable of figuring out what was happening behind the untouchable humidity. Uncertainty and fear had conquered every cell in my body slowly killing the child of hope within me. Rodger told me to get some sleep, maybe from fear of me going crazy, or maybe for concern of me dying sooner that anticipated. The duality of life was truly as...
Submitted to Contest #271
I feel like I have forgotten something. Something. Something. No, that doesn’t feel quite right, does it? Is it perhaps someone? But who? Wait, is it actually someone? Maybe it is something? No. I keep going in circles, my thoughts are nothing but an endless spiral, always coming back to the place they originated from. Where I originate from. What am I even thinking of? I keep getting trapped in this feeling of longing, it's been stuck to me like a shadow since, well, since I can remember. My train leaves in 1 hour so I need to finish making...
Submitted to Contest #265
*As this is my first story on this website I am unsure if this is a sensitive theme. Mention of religious beliefs (not necessarily mine)*The first snowflakes made their way down to the remains of a once fertile ground. I had seen them do the same dance for twenty winters now, never setting foot outside these grounds. I had been faithful to Arch all my life but had yet to receive any of the things that he had once promised. The doomsday that he had once mentioned never came to pass after all. Our farm that was once used to seeing new faces on...
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