Stories

  • Stranded Story

    Everyday, the gods are working hard to create life. Every single piece of life is created by them, and no one can comprehend what it means. Every piece right down to the amino acids combined to create deoxyribonucleic acid, all within a double helix. Thousands of gods with insurmountable power. Creating personalities and lifespans of…

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  • Sunshine

    I shine where I see fit. And I am always in communication with the clouds on Earth. Without rain, my rays are overbearing. Without my light, humans are lost without my guidance. In those few places where my rays don’t reach the entire globe of, they have many dark nights and dark days. I am…

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  • Okay Google

    Can you give me any answer I want? “I can do my best! What is it you wish to know?” Where can I find alien life? “I am not sure I know what you mean” I said what I said. “I do not have the answers to that question currently. It is theorised that aliens…

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  • Sauce Code

    I was being trained in sauces at work and telling the difference between peppercorn and ranch. They are similar in colour. The manager explains to me by saying “This one is ranch because it has lines for the herbs and this one is peppercorn as it has dots. For the pepper.” When I applied to…

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  • Cultist Beliefs

    The more I learn, the more I see myself aligning my values with this group. Some may call it teenage rebellion, want to be separate to my parents and their way of life. I call it home. They believe with all their hearts, follow their dreams, treat others as equals, and unconditionally love one another.…

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  • Dodging Strangers

    I dodge behind a pyramid a mere second before the ground I was standing on is set on fire. The man chasing me has a weapon, while I am empty-handed. I dodge, knowing well that it would be the end of me if I don’t move faster than my enemy. Luckily for me, he needs…

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  • Closed Door, Open Door

    ‘When one door closes, another one opens.’ To you that may be inspirational to have yet another opportunity to walk into, but for me it is quite the opposite. When doors close, I am infinitely met by more doors opening up. An endless video game sort of Groundhog Day. I can’t pass it, I can…

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  • Miscommunicating

    This makes sense yet is not profitable There are many ways their story can be told Colour me impressed by your expressions It is to this effect that the affect worked so well on them The boy floats close to the buoys The knight rides long into the night English, as a language is full…

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  • The Process of Writing

    Fresh document ready to type up one hell of a story! Four hours go by and my cursor is still blinking back at me. No words before or after that thing. I need to write anything and I’ll at least have something to edit. Think, think, think. ‘The’ seems like a safe place to start.…

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  • Hindsight From Death

    Looking back on life I have a lot of regrets. I never thought I would die with regrets. I even regret dying with regrets. I lost all the people I love and that loved me back. I wish I told more people how much I appreciated them being in my life. I wish I got…

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  • In Order to Survive

    Everyone in here has their story. Not many call us survivors. More along the lines of murderers. But when you put us all together, we need to survive at the hands of the other inmates. My story goes like this: My mother had died six weeks prior to me committing my crime. I was mourning!…

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  • Bus Blues

    Years of marriage gone in an instant. The love of my life. I’m sitting at the nearest bus stop to home, attempting to get fresh air and process the news. I feel utterly alone that Brenda is gone, lifeless, and a million miles apart from me. I want to hold her and feel her warmth.…

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  • Rewriting memories

    You think this would begin like many stories with a book opening. ‘Once Upon A Time’. This is not that story. I was given this book from my grandmother before she died and told to never open it in the presence of others. It was a magic book. From the front cover it was made…

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  • Shadows

    Shadows are always there even when not seen. Always around and there for us. Maybe Peter Pan was right, shadows have a life of their own. Like Peter, we might have to free ourselves from our shadow, or maybe it’s there to poke fun at.

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  • Before My Time

    I always tell my friends that I was born in the wrong generation. I would much rather live in the ‘80s than the current year, 2023. The music was better, the clothes were so cool, just everything about it appeals to me. I wish I got to experience the ‘80s myself. Those few words changed…

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  • Stealing Death

    I’m getting tired of this… But of course I am, it’s been about two hundred fucking years and I’m still here, as expected, living forever, just as I assumed I would. It was about fifty years ago when I started to regret my master plan, it all seemed so simple; live forever! Never die! What…

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  • Swapped Philosopher

    These are people that will hang on to every word that comes out of my mouth. I am carrying the weight of my credibility as this philosopher and all philosophers yet to emerge. Fuck, this is all a lot to deal with right now. I don’t know his past work. I don’t know what the…

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