Category: Writing
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(Drabbles) – Bloodied and Bruised – 267 words
I bloody my skin. It is a desperate act. I open bloody wounds that stain my clothes and my hands as a way to let myself breathe. But I feel no better when I see the crimson stains. Is my blood not enough? Am I not enough? Am I even worthy of being enough? I…
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(Drabbles) – Our Bed – 673 words
({A/N}: Drabbles are basically the writer’s catch-all word for shorter pieces of writing. My definition is pieces of my writing that are very very unpolished and don’t quite fit the short story category. I’ve written more than a few over the years, but the last few months have actually let me turn out some that…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 5 – Vessels – 5,296 words
It was the Well in his chest that woke him up. Semt’s eyes opened to the darkness of one of the Graveyard’s barracks. Dae was curled around him, her legs intertwined with his own, her head on his chest. Beneath the threadbare blankets, the warm press of her body was welcome. Asleep, the previous day’s…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 3 – Mortals – 4,716 words
Semt came awake with a gasp to complete darkness. He gulped for air, like he had been completely empty moments before. Icy cold pain enveloped him and he shivered violently under its force. He had never been this cold before, this starved for air. His body felt overwhelmed, every movement sending painful aches through his…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 2 – Convalescence – 3,677 words
The demons hadn’t made it past them, but it wasn’t really correct to call the battle a victory. Their lines were ravaged, more dead on the ground than those standing. They would get back up, but it could take days to heal from some of their injuries. It left them vulnerable, and those who experienced…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 1 – Breach – 5,150 words
Semt slipped back into his uniform, redoing buttons and fastening clasps. He breathed in the forest air, lifting his face with closed eyes to feel the few rays of sunlight that made it through the leaves. It was important to stop for things like this, he had learned. Sometimes you just had to slow down.…