Random Writings
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Cynthia’s dreams are cyclical. The way she could weave images together and create false realities so grounded and potent was a brilliant feat. She could erase their very existence in a few choice words. It was an act of strength to destroy that which was created. I always envied her capability. In her hands she…
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She didn’t like the way that we were always together. She didn’t like the way that I would whisper to you in the night, or how you would giggle with me at our own personal jokes. She didn’t like when we rearranged her terribly organized house. She didn’t like us. It is not so surprising.…
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The echo of voices started soft. A siren song luring the mind deeper into the darkness. She knew she shouldn’t approach. Her mother had told her to avoid the voice when it came for her. The first time she had heard the voice was when she was ten. For a decade she had fought it…
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The world slowed as Tony took the hit of magic, directly protecting Tiana. She fell to the ground with his body on top of her. For a moment everyone stood silently, waiting on baited breath for him to rise. They watched as Tiana’s shaking hands grasped her brother’s body, pulling him closer to her. They…
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Cynthia always said the door was an oak one. The description of this door changed all the time, but the wood was always oak. It may have been painted red (with white swirls and gold twist knobs and hinges) or bleached oak (with a brass keyhole and a peephole painted black). It sometimes was as…
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Alayne stood, white cloth in her hands. The Arena was filled with thunderous cheers and applause. There had to be millions of them watching her, sitting, teetering in excitement as she had stepped out to the grounds. Dust swirled in the air about her as she walked, the heels of her boots silent upon the…
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I was ten… I think, at least. The older I get, the less I remember, and the more, I’m sure, I make up. The details of our exact age are negligible, however. I know that this had to have happened before the 7th grade, because by that time it was too late (for that’s when…
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One breath. Two. She slipped through the alley, masking her footsteps to match the bustling noise of the nightlife and the pitter patter of the rain. Light footsteps hiding her actions, in order to disguise her and make her disappear. The night was busy with cars and honking, letting her sound drift away as her…
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The crisp air was scented in cinnamon and roasted chestnuts. The light flurry of falling snow, dusted surfaces that had been cleaned a few hours ago, silver metal becoming cooler to the touch with each passing second. It was the season of ice once more. Solstice had come and Midwinter was upon us. Today was…
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It was raining. Again. Which was not to say that she hated rain, but that it was frustrating conditions to go through when she already had an arm injury that ached from the rain and made her curse the storms. She’d been injured the first time, on the inside of her forearm, while maneuvering through…
Marlena Marie 