Fiction
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********* Who am I? With a persistence bordering on harassment, the philosopher in me questions the validity of my identity time after time. He wonders if my life as he saw it can be attached to any substantial meaning or value. He wonders if the human existence is without bounds and thus continues without
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See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil Rio De Janeiro, Brazil **************** The moon seemed to pulsate with a minacious aura, yet managed to retain its lustrous lineament as the forest ground was incandesced and thus lent an eerie ambiance. The forest had become peculiarly silent as all life form had ceased all
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Which is worse? The life of a flightless bird or the life of one which can never perch THE MARKET SQUARE **************** Reminiscent of a marketplace, people haggled for the best possible bargain obtainable, just as others attempted to beguile unsuspecting victims off their hard attained earnings. In the more aphotic sections, clandestine schemes were
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******************* Yuri Nabokov was an artist whose paintings had acquired a legendary status due to the uncanny resemblance it shared with the people he painted. There was a great amount of mystic associated with his art and with time his work began to be compared with the likes of Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci and
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Somewhere in the Baraderes hill, Haiti The determined yet terror stricken faces of the villagers were illuminated by the fires on their torch as they stood in wait for daylight to break. It was dawn and they were gathered around a lumber dwelling, with the intentions of bringing an end to an ancient evil which
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All ye lamb of darkness! Turn and gather around my flock for the night is cold and fickle. Come forth and warm your bodies by the unholy flames your shepherd has ignited through his inglorious emergence. Do not dare cower towards the shadows in fear, for I only mean well and bear good tidings. Fear
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The eye of March 1585 I am forever lost to this feral emotion that is consuming me…. It was said that on the day of her birth, the last words her mam whispered after she beheld her daughter’s beautiful round eyes and full red hair were “my poor, sweet Maroon”. That name forever stuck in
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It is believed that there is no greater evil than the feeling of sheer hatred for another man. It’s also believed that hatred is misplaced admiration, hence almost harmless. Whichever one chooses to accept or embrace is based on one’s perception and experiences in life. Back when I proclaimed myself an atheist and openly rejected
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Patience which is said to be a virtue, was one I didn’t have in plentiful as I sat at the corner clipping my dirty finger nails. The reason for my impatience was the slow approach the second occupant of the room employed as he nervously went about the final phase of our unsavory business.
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The menacing figure calmly sat on the precipice of the Bolivian cliff brandishing a fauchard in both hands as it watched me with apprehension. It was dark but I could see from this great distance that its dark cloak fluttered eerily with the wind and a tingle of excitement crept up my spine. Always from
My Dark School Of Thoughts 