The Battle of Brethren_Stella's Life Adventure_Duel ex Machina_Memories
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The Battle of Brethren
This is a collab I worked on with Lone Wolf. Make sure to check out her POV!Lone Wolf's Link:https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/96/submissions/69995/I survey the peaceful valley that lies spread out before me. On the opposite side of the river, is a stretch of generic army tents that held my future victims. The thought of their general makes me cringe away in disgust. A loud whiny pierces the air, bringing me back to reality.I sigh with relief at the sound. It's just my loyal companion and commander of my troops, Spots, joining me on my brisk stroll."Everything is going ...
Stella's Life Adventure
Stella sits in the corner of her room. As usual, the music she has chosen to listen to is blaring from her Bluetooth speaker. She knows no other level other than eardrum busting when it comes to her favorite music. She is dressed in her usual casual outfit. The dress she wears is plain black and hangs loosely from her thin frame. Stella is usually a happy person who enjoys her life to the fullest. Lately, however, something in her world has been off. She feels as though she is residing in a scary place where the darkness never stops spinning. She feels trapped in this never-ending maze of sorr...
Duel ex Machina
Harrison saw the crash before it happened, but he knew it was going to happen. The small commuter plane descended lower than the trees, and at an angle that spoke of trouble. Then he heard the sound of rending metal and soul-wincing impacts; no one could survive that, he thought. He didn’t want to go to the crash site, but he felt that it was his duty, despite not being a big fan of humanity. He had walked, climbed, jumped, sidestepped, crept, and slid for a good three miles before he came upon the small commuter plane. Gashes gaped in the sides, appearing as if they were screaming in pain. Ha...
Memories
“You don't have to go in.” Liam holds me back from the troop, looking at me. Like I am pathetic. Broken. Hey, he’s right. If I respond now, chances are I’ll break down in tears, so instead I swiftly kick down the door of the country home and step inside.As soon as I look around, nostalgia kicks in. Shadows envelop me, longing, wishing for everything to be the same. The years spent in this house all rush back, childhood memories ripping up the wall I put up to ward them off. I feel dizzy, about to faint. Not here. You are strong. “Spread out, look for the flash drive as well as anything that ...