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(Drabbles) – Fire – 535 words
You’re sitting in your bedroom with the girl that you love. She’s trembling and shy in the privacy of that room, and your thoughts are coming slow under the weight of fear. You know that she loves you but there’s always been walls behind you and the people you care about. A blurry line where…
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(Drabbles) – Love Language – 380 words
There are so many ways to tell someone that you love them. There’s love in the desperate need of a kiss. There’s love in the smile when you see each other. There’s love in the way you hold them close, love in the way that closeness feels like home. There’s love in the anchoring warmth…
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(Drabbles) – Finding Faith – 198 words
My love, the only place I have ever found any faith was within you. The only place I ever tasted divinity was on your lips, your skin, your smile. The only hymns that ever seemed fit for a God were the ones that spilled from your mouth when my hands and lips were on your…
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Playing for Keeps – 1,044 words
“Why did you come?” “You didn’t pick up the phone. I couldn’t just sit there.” Not even a whole minute earlier, Brian had answered the door to his apartment to Rachel, who had thrown her arms around him without a word. He just held her in the dark, tiny room that he called a living…
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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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Mercury Poisoning – 2,494 words
Safa Kouri was the first one into the site, as always. The rest of the team held the rope that was secured firmly into her harness and slowly lowered her through the dusty, narrow pit in the rock. The brilliance of the sun on the desert became a distant memory in the darkness of the…
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Bloodletter – 6,277 words
({A/N}: This is a rough draft that captures a part of a larger world that I had intended to write a multi-chapter story about, but it didn’t quite pan out. This story gives an introduction to a couple characters while featuring the magic of Bloodletting most prominently. If I end up writing three or four…
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(Video) – Blinking Patio Lights During a Thunderstorm
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 6 – Sunset – 6,693 words
When Semt opened his eyes the next morning, back aching from the tight, cheap cot, he barely had time to shake off the grogginess before Dae kissed him. Morning breath or not, her kisses were like coming home and he relaxed into it. She laid back down beside him, head on his chest. “I love…
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(Video) – Minecraft Survival Server Tour 1.13.2
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(Video) – Sounds of Life
Here is a collection of videos I’ve been collecting over the past few years. Relax, lay back, and make sure your sound is on.
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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 4 – The Graveyard – 3,496 words
You could smell and hear the base camp before you could see it. Campfire smoke and food drifted on the wind with the sounds of people and work. They climbed the final hill before the camp, seeing the smoke rise in the horizon. A melody of distant music reached them as they crested the hill.…
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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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