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Flash fiction. Waiting for a meeting with only dialogue. Determining meaning is your job.
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Brandish your weapon, burn death into your mind, and slay the demon.
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A story about a world that has 'died,' one in which a single being struggles with the purpose in mind of restoring it. Having failed in its task, this..
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In a world of dust and memory . . .
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Memory and Purpose are intertwined, infinitely feeding one another like the Ouroboros. Lose one, and you will cripple the other. Lose both, and you wi..
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But were they my memories, or were they hers? Or, were they anybody's?
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Blackbirdand sparrow tweet at each other between trees, branches all to themselves. Ellie eyes their greed, their lives lived as if expecting that the..
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Pending. . . .
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Ice, she dances so mystically, so majestically, like the very wind itself.
Lightning bites, so vicious, but Ice just dances away in flight evermore..
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A work I'd written as an example, it is a story that COULD take off and yet has not. This is by design; I leave this as a piece that COULD tell a stor..
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