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a twisted thing – 536 words
You flee to the closet. You know the boxcutter is barely a weapon, but it’s all you have, so you hold it like a shield. Light peeks through the slits in the sliding door. It gives you the faintest view of the bedroom beyond. The beast approaches. Its dragging, heavy gait reaches your ears like
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(Poems) – rainshower – 90 words
When it rains, do you really feel it? Do you feel it rinsing your skin, washing away the blood and sweat? Do you feel it soothing your muscles, releasing the tension? Do you feel it bleach your bones, wiping away your impurities? Do you feel it fill your lungs, your first fresh breath in weeks?
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baby shoes, never worn
Author’s Note: Now that I’m actually going for the English creative writing major, I have some assignments I can start sharing! So here’s the first flash fiction on the site, as well. Let’s see if you can figure out what the prompt was! To the New York City Chief of Police James Buchanan, This is
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A Guide to My Writing (Extremely Outdated)
This guide is designed to create an easy way to find something to read on the site. Summarizing genre, content warnings, and blurbs, reading through this post will give you a good idea of what interests you while letting you avoid things that don’t.
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Obsessions List
Here’s an exercise I learned in class that I feel many writers could benefit from. It works essentially like this: Make a list of all the things that you love seeing in literature. Whether it is tropes, types of characters, locations, plot points, or anything like that, make a list at least with a couple
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(Poems) – golden dogs – 115 words
I’ve been thinking about old statues of dogs. Whether they did something great, or just simply were — that isn’t what’s important. We pass by statues and sculptures everyday, but most of us won’t give them more than a thought. Whether they were evil or good. But statues of dogs are different. Over the decades,
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(Poems) – 4:01 AM – 71 words
It’s a dark — and quiet — night. The moon waits at the window, lacking the peeking curiosity of the sun. The July wind stirs the blinds, followed by orange street lamps and distant stars. Your head is on my shoulder, hair tickling my nose. You sleep. I listen to the soft stirring of the
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(Poems) – bloody clay – 102 words
I want to bite my skin, to taste the thick copper in my mouth, to let it drip from my lips like a warning. I want the blood to drown me, to soften myself, to turn my body to clay. I want to reshape the putty, to work out the flaws, to make something worth
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(Video) – Minecraft Mount Amare Tour
A tour of a Minecraft build from late 2020 in two parts, starting with a tour of Mount Amare and following with a tour of the Nether Network and the Tower. Watch directly on Youtube here: Part One / Part Two
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Audio Listening for “You Who Wanders the Dark”
Hey, everyone! Hope you guys are having a good summer. It’s been a little difficult on the writing side of things, but since my most recent horror story received so much attention and praise, I decided to give the story some extra love. And so, I’m announcing that you can listen to one of my
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The City Breathes – Part Two – 7,505 words
BACK THEN Eve doesn’t remember when she first ended up on the streets of Adeshell, or where she was before that, but she does remember where it started. The hunger was the sharpest memory she had of that time. How it gnawed at her core. How difficult it was some days to sleep while her
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The City Breathes – Part One – 4,218 words
“Oh, fuck this.” The door was made of rotted wood and rusted metal, but it still withstood four kicks before finally giving in on the fifth. Eve stepped into the stairwell behind it, groaning as she shook debris from her clothes. It appeared that the rest of the old apartment building had fared no better
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(Poems) – and we’ll be ok – 101 words
we could stay right here like this, spend more mornings listening to the rain. more mornings over cold chocolate and hot coffee, we could keep trading kisses in the dark and falling asleep on the phone. – you could stay right here with me and try, and I’ll stay and try right beside you. beneath
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(Poems) – The Beast of Northmoor Forest – 277 words
Once, there was a great beast, that claimed the woods of Northmoor, until an even greater hunter felled it, with a crack of gunpowder and lead. – Vengeance filled its dying heart. “Flesh!” It cried out, “Do not leave me here, for my work is not yet finished!” – But the beast’s flesh paid no
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You Who Wanders the Dark – 1,214 words
You know there’s something wrong with the forest. The light of your lantern feels choked, like the darkness makes it fight for every inch. It isn’t enough to make out more than a few meters around you. That little flame is the only light you see. The trees are black as pitch, and your only
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