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These are what I call "snapshots." Using a random book title generator,
I create either a very short story or a "snapshot" of what a story
could be...
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The girl sat near
him, laying her head against his side, feeling his uneasy breath rise and fall.
The fight was barely over. She was uninjur..
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It took so much
out of him to cast that last spell. Defending the city to his last breath was
something he had pledged to do, but he hadn&rs..
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Falling asleep was
easy. Staying asleep was easy. Waking up was harder. He was in her dream, a
snake like the true person he was. The copper..
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It was required to
take Silence before he could graduate. A class that no one talked about and no
one mentioned. People just took it and mov..
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He breathed in.
And out. And in. And out. Bright red spilled from his side steadily. He looked
down at it briefly and then shut his eyes, wi..
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Its voice danced
around her, flitting back and forth. You can’t catch me, you can’t catch
me. Frustration had not hit her yet, a..
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In the night she
hadn't slept, feeling constantly as if something was missing. Instead she
watched the stars, the shards of light cutting th..
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The once brilliant
creature lay before him in a pool of black blood, a stark contrast against the
silver scales. How strange he thought at f..
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This magic was
absolutely silent, a complete contrast to the raucous ceremonies of Medahir.
The diagrams were
drawn in the air: chalk scr..
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