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Submitted to Contest #333
In another life, Raphael wouldn’t be doing this right now. He would be comfortably reclined on the sofa, sipping warm cider, the heat of the fire seeping through his boots. He would be reading his favorite author’s new release and munching on pumpkin pie bars, crumbles of streusel stuck to his chin. He would be strumming along to songs on the gramophone, his calloused hands dancing across the strings of his guitar, beloved melodies reverberating throughout the cabin and filling the emptiness that was only existent inside of his chest. But no...
Soliloquy Day 1138:39 pm Today was a normal day. Same as the others, pretty much. I woke up. I drank some water. Foraged for some food. I gotta say, I’m getting real tired of granola bars and dried fruit. People couldn’t have kept hamburgers or sushi or something in their cellars instead? I took a walk after that. The forest seems to be getting smaller… or maybe it’s just in my head. I wish this was all in my head. I had a good workout before lunch. I can hold a plank for six minutes now — isn’t that amazing? Six minutes. Yeah, ...
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