Tag: Short Stories
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A Load Off My Chest
They didn’t grow the pie, didn’t retire. They stayed. Sat on the nest, getting fatter, tighter. Locked their grips on whatever scraps were left, and called it progress. That’s what they told themselves—progress. Progress for who? Not for us. Not for the ones who came after. The ones who had to scrounge for the crumbs,…
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Riddles
1. What am I? I am the shadow of regret cast by two cruel suns, but I burn less bright. I am the bitter fruit that is eaten, but with fewer seeds. I am the choice that stings, yet I sting less. I am the poisoned apple, but with a sweeter bite. 2. What am…
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The Astrologer
In the annals of forgotten kingdoms, there lived an astrologer whose name has slipped from the tongues of men, but whose arrogance remains etched in the memory of history’s most peculiar fables. He was not an astrologer in the traditional sense, for his craft did not concern the mere movements of planets or the transient…
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The House of Shifting Sands
In this whodunit, Detective Harlan is called to a lavish mansion to solve the mysterious murder of the eccentric Lord Fitzroy. The mansion is filled with guests, each with their own secrets and motives. However, what makes this investigation bizarre is the presence of a relentless moving crew hired to clear the house. As Detective…
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All the way Down
Imagine a small, unremarkable town called Nered. The residents of Nered had a peculiar habit that became the stuff of local legend: they insisted on “marrying down” intellectually. It was a tradition as old as the town itself, rooted in a philosophy that prized mediocrity as the true mark of contentment. The townsfolk believed that…
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Confessions of a Neo-Reactionary
Scrolling through the neon-lit circus of digital fluff, where puppies prance in pixelated perfection and saccharine smiles drip like honey from the screen, I wasn’t prepared. I was lulled into complacency, eyes glazed, heart softened by the ceaseless parade of cuteness. They knew this. They all knew this. In between the fur and the fuzz,…
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The Baron Commissar
The Baron Commissar, his face a map of scars etched by shadows of power and betrayal, leaned in, eyes burning through the young officer. The room, a dank subterranean abyss, was lit by the flicker of a single, bare bulb, casting obscene, writhing shadows on the walls. “You see, my young acolyte,” the Baron intoned,…
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Strong People
Son, the world demands sacrifice! You play with fire, you expect a marshmallow roast? Absurd! Yet, your mother, bless her naive heart, coddles you like a prince. Freedom, they say? More like a participation trophy for existing! These science-worshipping simpletons wouldn’t recognize responsibility if it bit them – unlike you, of course. Son, the world…
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The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
The air hung thick with the metallic tang of nostalgia and cordite. Elmer, a relic of Reagan’s microwave optimism, fumbled with the ancient beast in his suitcase from a bygone era where Brylcreem ruled and John Wayne reigned supreme. A chrome leviathan, a magnum opus of a bygone era, a phallic monument to simpler times. Inside, nestled in crimson velvet, lay…
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Gravity Slam
The mess hall reeked of lukewarm mystery meat and a pervasive sense of millennial ennui. PVT Tyrone Slothrop, a recruit with a name ripped from a forgotten paperback and eyes perpetually glazed over like a malfunctioning VR headset,poked listlessly at his tray. Across from him, Spc. Lester “Ramrod” Rodriguez scrolled through his chem-coated implant,a vapid stream of tactical memes and…