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Fate/Choice. Top Story - February 2025.
Swarmed by the crazed horde, Murphy and I were both taken prisoner before we had the chance to blink. I tried to fight, but my arms were being held down with so much force I feared they would break if I strained them. It was useless. They were too strong, too mean, and too many.
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By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
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By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Life & Love
I saw your face today as I was running down the street trying to catch up with a friend who was ahead of me. It took me by surprise because I hadn't thought of you in a while. Life is like that sometimes. Someone who meant the world to you at one time, who you thought you could never live without, suddenly isn't in the forefront of your mind. I used to scan all the faces around me, hoping to see you in someone's face and never seeing you. But today, today was different. There you were. It was just a heartbeat, just a fraction of a moment that I thought I saw you in a young man's face. He had the same coal black wavy hair and the blue-green eyes that you used to have. Ahhh, the way you used to look at me. As if I was the only person in the world. You would smile, as we danced in the rain.Your laughter echoing all around us.
By Henry Parrish Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
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By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction
Minding Mortals
When it rained, Uri hid himself among the Lost. He was formed of rain itself, yet this could not be presumed by his appearance. Even if humans were made privy to the existence of Immortals, they were a small-minded race, and many things were inscrutable. One ought not expect a human to comprehend the intricacies of things not of their kind, especially those that were greater and elder than themselves. Humans were an impetuous race, of course. Because Uri had existed for many centuries and travelled to many places, he spoke every tongue known to man. Cerulea was omnipresent; Vatia lived in a castle made of clouds, towering above the rest. At times, her booming voice erupted from the skies with a message for the Oris. The orders of a Queen must always be obeyed, lest a Child be banished.
By choreomanias2 years ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
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By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger Effect
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By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
