Fiction
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His eyes shone like the stars on the African night skies as the inferno which had been burning with so much intensity receded to a trickle. So dangerously close to the fire he had stood weeping as traces of his past and present burned into oblivion. Now all that was left which bore evidence to…
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Heed this cry for no matter how hard we try, our lands are still dry Our eyes are teary, our sights are blurry, our hearts are heavy and our bellies are filled with rye Yet we try to keep the funeral pyre burning for those we have lost and now lie therein We keep the…
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THE BALKAN MOUNTAINS, BULGARIA: 1703 AD Bratislav Aćimović looked out the window to see that despite his servant Ivanović’s early warning he still hadn’t gotten out on time. Now the villagers were already gathered in front of his castle, yelling for his blood while attempting to break down his heavy door. How dare they repay his…
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ST CLAIRE’S MENTAL INSTITUTION, VERMONT [1942] Dolores sat at the corner playing with her hair as she watched them struggle to sedate the violent and rambling Harry who had been using his body for the last hour as a projectile in the bid to destroy the padded walls of his room. And even with the…
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THE HOPE OF MANKIND RESTED ON THEIR SHOULDERS! All I and Joan heard as we made our escape from the horror behind us were the screams of our colleagues as they were slaughtered. Then I remembered John and the sacrifice he made for me to live in his stead and my leg wobbled as fresh…
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Old Ricky rained down a whole litany of curses on the bloody weather while he worked his snowplough on route 63 and reflected on his younger days and how life had been easier and a solitary tear stole down his left eye. The blizzard last night had rendered the roads un-motorable and it was…
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She looked sad when I told her I pulled an all nighter at the factory because Harry was sick and had begged me to do him favor by coming in for him. She then grumbled that it was a darn shame she couldn’t spend Friday night with her husband and I promised to make…
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THE EXCHANGE: I listened again and I heard the sound of his big boots scraping on the floor as he shuffled along, and each one of his tantalizing steps seems to go slower as he made his way to my door. I stared at the door in terror as I lay crumbled at the…
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I had barely dumped my gardening equipment after my foray at the backyard, when I rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly washed my hands and legs, before I walked into my study, switched on the light, powered on my word processor, took a deep breath and began to write the last chapter of my…
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It is easy, terribly easy to shake a man’s faith in himself. To take advantage of that and to break a man’s spirit, is the devil’s work. – George Bernard Shaw June 6th, 6.00 pm: Day Six of the attempted exorcism of Maria Concha. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Today the priest asked for the…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 