creative writing
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The All-Consuming Flames – Part I
The flames roared into the night sky as the grocery store on Old Hickory Street burned with an intensity that seemed to sync with Tommy Sullivan’s pounding heart. He wouldn’t admit it to most people, but it was times like… Continue reading
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Down The Rabbit Hole
We all experience madness differentlyHow we perceive the lunacy of the worldThe madness of a country that hasDecided to cannibalize itselfTurned against each other The house is dividedWe descend deeper into the madnessUntill all that’s left is a fragile gripOn… Continue reading
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The Cold Road
In the world without the sun, the cold was all its own entity. It slithered across the earth in silence, a smothering weight that pressed down on the land and left it cracked and broken. Whatever colors had once decorated… Continue reading
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A Sales Rep’s Guide To Eternal Employment
As a sales guy at GlitchWorks, Inc., I’m not one to question the ins and outs of the IT department. My job is to sell our “product,” whatever that is. The truth is, I’m pretty sure nobody knows what we… Continue reading
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We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest
“Dude,” said Axel, lead singer of SludgeForge, as he waved the freshly signed contract in the air. “We did it. We’ve actually done it.” Jax, their bassist, leaned in, eyeing the contract suspiciously. “What … did we do exactly?” Axel… Continue reading
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The Last Drop
The sky was a hazy shade of red, dust hanging in the air like a fog that never lifted. Miles stretched ahead, and the land was dead and empty, save for the crumbled skeletons of what used to be civilization.… Continue reading
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Nico, The Protector Dog
Nico the Shih-Tzu took his role as the house’s guardian very seriously. Maybe too seriously. If the job came with a badge, he would’ve polished it every day until it shone brighter than his fur after a good grooming. This… Continue reading
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The Night’s Cold Ache
Dark sky, cold heartDying a thousand deathsin the minutes of Shadowland Eyes in trees watch,hunger in their gazeThe woods howl, callingcome, join Wild freedom, terrible delightswait in the night’s cold ache Continue reading
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Neon Mirage: A Drake Cipher Story
The rain hammered the windows of Drake Cipher’s office, drumming a steady beat against the glass. Neon lights from the city below bled through the darkened room, casting long shadows over his cluttered desk. Drake stared at the glass of… Continue reading
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The Cold Wind Claws
The cold wind claws and bites within,Rattling bones, stripping pride thinA frozen breath from depths unseen,Encased in shadow, hard and keen Who treads this land of bleak, decayed,When time slips fast and light will fade?The dark god wakes, devours whole,Consuming… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 