Tag: Alone
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The New Guy: Part 3
Navigating in a straight line was difficult once John was back down on the ground. He kept climbing up other trees and using them to relocate the tree house. More than once he found he’d been turned all the way around and was heading in the opposite direction. It didn’t matter that the sun overhead…
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Alone: Part 1
It was bright when Jens woke up. “Oh no,” he groaned, knowing he was going to be late. Being mid Spring, it wouldn’t be that bright outside until quite late in the morning. He rolled over in bed to check the time but his cellphone was dead. “That explains why the alarm didn’t wake me…
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The Fall of Akumu: Chapter 36
Kasyn hoped no one would bother him as he made his way home. For a brief period of time, after the fight with Jerlinzia, he’d felt good again, like his old self, but the worry and fear began to encroach upon him yet again. “You don’t need to check on me,” he called back to…
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Across Lives Part 4
(Photo by James Wheeler) The archives had no bedrooms. At the end of each day, the archivists and apprentices all retired to a building across from the archives where they lived. For those who were married or had children, they were given larger accommodations with additional rooms. The apprentices were given a pair of small…
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Roots Part 6
(Photo by Tom Fisk) Consciousness was slow to return to Syn as she felt herself fading in and out of lucidity. Each time she felt herself coming back around it was as though heavy weights were strapped all over her body and it was only with incredible effort that she ever managed to shift her…
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Never Lost, Sometimes Found
There was wood needing to be chopped. There was always wood that needed chopping. That was one of the first real hard lessons Rupert had learned. If there wasn’t enough chopped wood when the winter came, then there wouldn’t be enough fires to cook and keep warm. He’d lost three toes and a couple fingers…
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Peaks and Valleys
There’s something about the sunrise, the way it spreads an almost intangible wave of warmth and serenity, that Hector loved. The cold chill of night finally washes away and the countless droplets of dew shine like glitter cast about on every point and surface. The dawn was especially welcome to Hector as he continued his…
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Memory of Meals
Hazel set out the dishes on her long table. It would be hours still before the food was ready but she liked to keep busy and there wasn’t much that needed her attention in the kitchen at the moment. She smiled as she laid down the fine china beside the silk napkins. The silver knives,…
Bridge of Broken Glass 