THE FRONT: PART 1

The trench was damp, and littered with shell casings, and empty ration tins, and as Scott splashed into the ankle deep mud, several men looked up at him from dugouts, small rooms carved into the sides of the trench. "Replacement." One of them said...

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The Hunter

The hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely. All around him the townsfolk laugh and chatter in the warm light as they nurse their own drinks and meals. The hunter's eyes glint...

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The Dress

Carlos discovered the dress under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother's closet. Long, dark as night, slink, and smooth as silk. It was wrapped in clear plastic that crinkled softly in his hands, and must have been treated well at some point,...

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Keep it Up

"Good, keep it up." _Shut up._ Kevin was tired of hearing that passive-aggressive bullshit, the manager's way of saying 'you used to suck, now you don't suck, keep not sucking.' Never mind he already worked the press faster than suggested for...

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Dick Rocks

You know, the one that looks like a..." the youth gestured vaguely, "...you know?" "... a dick?" offered mel finally. "yeah, that one. you don't forget a dick rock." "maybe _you_ don't. it's a fairly natural shape, jimmy-boy.

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Court Date

She spotted the judges that presided over whole affair, the ones who had handed down the punishment of exile, they stood close together and spoke in low, calm tones, but anyone who knew better could tell their conversation was agitated.

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Burn

"Go away." "No." What a pain in the ass. I hoped vainly that I'd never see him again, but of course I knew otherwise. I'd only be rid of him when he was dead and buried, and even then... "_Go away_." "Not doing." Good lord, man, I will hurt you....

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Any Day Now

"No..." Breathed Blondie as he knelt by his companion's side, looking down at the man who was all too still. "No, no no, don't do this!" Blistered hands reached out to slap weakly at dying man's face, framed by that raven hair that had grown tangled...

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What We Always Dreamed Of

"You're late." "I know." I replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table. It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers. For a...

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Regrets

She was tall Had skin like fall She knew she was smart But that wouldn't be enough She had fought for it all Every minute she spent She knew it would've meant Giving it all up for him Not knowing she was only part of his whim She...

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A Letter to Sapphire

A letter to Sapphire (Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) Dear Sapphire, Hello. I hope you are doing well. I see you are still shining like you always have. You haven't changed a bit have...

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Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 33: A Chance Encounter

"you were the one!" he exclaimed. "i am the one what?" "you're the refugee who crashed the knights of wundagore's staff meeting in late january!" the masked man said laughing. "nice entrance and great way to make a first impression!!! good job!!!

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