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Spat Out
It's night. There's no movement in the desert air, nothing to suggest that this night is different from any other, and then it happens. The sand heaves. A moment later, all is still. There is no sign that anything has happened except the presence of a humanoid body that definitely wasn't there before.
It's a few moments before the thing sits up. It does so in a sudden movement, hands raised to protect its face. After a moment, the hands drop to the ground, which it scrabbles its fingers through. Sand pours through the digits while it watches and time passes.
Eventually, the thing tires of watching the endless fall of sand, and rises. It mov
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A Haunted Night
The last drop of black coffee fell into the pot of her coffee machine. She took it, impatiently poured the coffee into her cup. Then she returned to her desk, her hands shaking but now both wrapped around the warm cup with the picture of a little kitten on it.
It was dark outside. Cold. The wind was rustling the few leaves that still remained on the shadowy trees. She closed her eyes and pictured the cold on her skin, and the wet smell she loved about autumn. Rotting leaves, earth and wood. Frail white traces of frost on the ground in the earliest hours of morning.
She shivered and took a sip of coffee. It would warm her up from the insid
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dried up
there's a bitter sort of irony
in the idea that you two love each other.
it's not much of a secret that neither of you
are all that good at keeping people--
i hold on much longer than i should,
& i still let both of you go.
sunshine girl,
you should know that i put my all into you.
you were my future & i believed in us
more strongly than anyone else.
somehow you still let me down.
i know that you are human & that
i am a lot to deal with,
but you expected too much of me.
you wanted me to put you first &
when i told you i did,
you never believed me.
that disbelief taught me to question
myself,
& in the end it taught me
t
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A short story partially inspired by a writing prompt on reddit that was about someone staring into a fire, and the fire staring back into them. Tried my hand at first person narration.
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This is beautiful and sad at the same time ;-;