Category: Short Story
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Rumbles in the Dark
(Photo by Archie Binamira) Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gol’Dur knew things in life could not possibly get much worse. For one thing, he’d been taken and forced into an army filled with countless other orcs, all from different lands who spoke in just as many languages. They were forced to speak with…
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Autumn Reminiscence
(Photo by Yura Forrat) Crisp autumn air bit at any exposed skin, but not so deeply to be too uncomfortable. Still, a pair of mittens, scarf, and ear muffs, in addition to a good coat, kept the cold at bay. The man stood there, outside in the field, his eyes sweeping from one side to…
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What We Carry
(Photo by Pixabay) Traffic was unusually slow this morning. The highway wound like a ribbon of lights, red from behind and white from in front, as taillights and headlights crept along. Exhaust from the countless combustion engines rose up like fog before quickly vanishing beneath the early morning sunlight. Every once in a while a…
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Icarus V
Eighty years was a long time to be asleep. Even with all of the modern advances in medicine, allowing people to slow down their metabolisms without losing too much bone or muscle mass, that long of a trip would take its toll. When Pate shut his eyes back on earth, he’d been a healthy eighty-three…
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When a Walk isn’t a Walk
It was a beautiful day outside, the first such day in several months. After being cooped up inside for months I wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. I grabbed a jacket to stave off the bit of a chill that lingered in the air and then began my mental checklist. My ankles felt…
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Running
Caleb stared down at his feet. His shoes were old and stained from countless hours running along trails but they were still good shoes. Today he wasn’t running on any trails, however. At least, not the sort of trails he was used to. Those trails were almost never even and often made of dirt, gravel,…
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Late Reunion
Walking through cemeteries was always one of Monique’s favorite pastimes. She’d never found them eerie or unwelcoming. On the contrary, she had always loved the quiet solitude and how those places made her reflect not only on the lives of those who had come before, but on her own life and what she thought ought…
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Guest by the Fire
The house was old. Its thick walls held out the cold while the brick and iron wood-burning stove provided more than enough warmth. The old hand-pump in the kitchen still worked to draw up water from a well, although there was also a more modern looking sink and faucet that had been installed some years…
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Gifts
Cali sat at her kitchen table, cup of hot cocoa in hand, with her eyes fixed on the clock. It was a half passed one in the afternoon. She’d spent that last half hour sitting there, waiting for the time to pass. Her initial plan for the day had been to keep herself busy with…
Bridge of Broken Glass 