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Echoes of Eternity
In the realm where shadows dwell, Where time and death are so intertwined, A tale of life begins to tell, In whispers of eternity entwined.
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After a rigorous three days search, they finally found the don! Deep in the jungle, his body lay haphazardly on a protruding root at the base of a mighty durian tree, his unloaded gun tightly tucked under his belt, a comb tucked in his hair.
- Top Story - June 2023
103rd Times a Charm
“Clink! Where are we with this?” I hiss quietly, knowing my communicator will pick it up. “Sorry Boss! This hack is taking a minute,”
Heather ZiefflePublished 10 months ago in Fiction The Marvellous Magnificent Elphant Elafam!
Sir? Oh Sir, you cannot come in. There’s simply no room, you’re elephantine. - I am no ‘sir’, Sir, and you’ll mind your tone.
L.ClabroughPublished 10 months ago in Poetsthe slowest way of dying
everyone’s moving forward and I’m moving backwards but I don’t know if it’s exactly like that if I mend broken roots
Mescaline BrissetPublished 10 months ago in PoetsNow and Then: The Time between the Lightning and the Thunder
WEDNESDAY, June 21, Wotan's Day, Odin's Day It all started with a dream Wednesday morning, or maybe it started earlier and things were already in motion. There was a storm, but I don't think that's what woke me up. I saw sheet lightning, but heard no thunder, so how could that have woken me up? I think it was that dream. I looked at the clock: 6:21. Odd that the time matched the date, June 21... but just a coincidence. I turned on the bed lamp and reached for my notebook. The dream, if shocking, was crystal clear in its details, but the connection to the present and the import were not at all evident. I wrote rapidly, sensing that already precious details were fading. Probably the dream had not taken more than a couple of minutes, but the sensations and memories were lengthy. And what an ending, what a way to wake up--I was a pre-historic man and my enemies broke my bones and drowned me in a bog! Was that even a thing? And wait, one enemy was, yes, my brother in that lifetime and two other men... think... think... yes brothers of my fiancee, or what passed for that in prehistoric England... yes in the time of Stonehenge. In my present life I have no brothers or brothers-in-law. Maybe that's for the best!
Paul MerkleyPublished 10 months ago in FictionD.B. Cooper
The following is a transcript from a phone interview. I’m here to tell you that D. B. Cooper is alive and well. How do I know this? Because I helped him that night he took the Boeing 727 hostage and demanded the $200,000. So in a way, this is a written confession of my involvement in helping D.B. Cooper escape on November 24, 1971. So who am I? I’m a nobody. Believe me. Also I want to start off by saying that I didn’t know what good ole’ Danny was going to do. Honest. You see, let me begin by telling you how we know each other. I first met Dan Cooper in Vietnam in 1969. I was attached to the 3rd Marine Division and I was a fresh Corporal entering country for my first tour. Dan was attached to the 101st Airborne and was already hitting his third rotation in theater. If my military jargon has your head spinnin’ I do apologize. Where was I? Oh right. My squad got wiped clean while we were patrolling an area with cu chi tunnels. If you don’t know what those are, let me tell you. You have a new fear to discover once you start exploring these large and intricate tunnels in Vietnam. Well, I was trying to clear out a section of those cu chi tunnels when Sergeant Dan Cooper yanked me from my flak jacket and pulled me away from a spring loaded trap. He asked who I was, and when I explained I was the last one left, I followed him and the rest of his platoon off towards Saigon. It was there where I met up with the rest of my unit. Along the way Sergeant Cooper kept telling me stories about the fortune that could be had if someone just had enough guts to pull off something wild and unheard of. He kept talking about how he met another Army soldier, a career man named Vining. You see, Vining was regular Army and was going to make some special team of people. Cooper said he was going to be on his new team? I can’t remember those details. All I know is that once he helped me get back to my unit, I gave him my contact information and told him if he was ever in Washington State to look me up and I would buy the first round. You know, as a thank you for helping me.
Anthony DiazPublished 10 months ago in FictionFair Game
Rex jumped up in a fit of pique and said "Prickface you fuckin cunt" he grabbed his gun kicked someone's dog muttered a bit and ran out the front