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Staggering Heights ~ #dark #fiction

30 Sunday Jul 2017

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The caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. Even toothpicks wouldn’t have held these eyes open. They’d snap from the weight of my lids. Half asleep, I stood there, in a daze, trying to remember what had happened the night before. The elves, hammering away in my head, reassured me they hadn’t forgotten. These blackouts were becoming worrisome, not to mention altogether dangerous.

I glanced around the room, still not quite sure where I was. In the distance, I could make out the Manhattan skyline, lazily communing with the haze of morning. The view was a bit daunting, what with my fear of heights, which was rather quickly enveloping me. I turned around, knowing I probably needed more coffee to steady my nerves, and found I had already drained the pot.

My only recourse was to venture out into the noise of the morning commuters. I threw on some clothes, staggered out the door, stepped onto the elevator and fell 20 floors. Lying at the bottom of the elevator shaft, I had, at last, awakened.

 

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Taken In ~ #100WordStory #writing

27 Thursday Jul 2017

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In the whispers of night, through the howling wind, voices from those passed, invade my world. Chattering amongst themselves, they show no regard for this eavesdropper, who stands smack in the middle of them. Perhaps they do not know I am there. Or perhaps they just don’t care. Listening carefully, I relish their presence. I do not quite understand what they are saying, but I devour every last sound. A gentle tap on my shoulder, a soft whisper in my ear, and I am taken in as one of their own. It was only then I realized, I already was.

 

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Wilted ~ #shortstory

13 Thursday Jul 2017

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She reminded him of the scent of flowers after the falling of the rain. Though she kept herself hidden from his sight, he could imagine her face, as lovely as the flowers she so delicately touched. Approaching her would be out of the question, he would have to wait for the right moment. And wait he did, until, with the passing days, she began to fade away, like the petals of the dying roses he held in his hand. One by one, they dropped to the ground, dried and brittle. His flower would never again bloom for him. He’d simply let her wilt away.

 

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The Cycle ~ #ShortStory #fiction

23 Tuesday May 2017

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She remembered him like the setting sun. Auburn hair, tanned skin, a god among the often normal men she glimpsed daily. He never saw her, just a glint of where she was, a reflection off his glasses, what he thought was sunlight. But she was nothing like the sun. Her sweet song playing gently in his ears, luring him closer, away from the shore. She smiled, and watched, as he sunk deeper into the depths of her soul. And so the cycle begins again.

 

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Five Friends ~ #shortstory

15 Monday May 2017

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They walked in together, five friends, joking about, most likely on a lunch break. Their destination, a pizza place, next to the coffee shop I had plopped myself in. I watched as they playfully pushed, randomly threw punches at each other’s faces, the typical teenage thing. Or was it? Five friends went in. Only four came out.

Based on an actual event….

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