More Often Than Not_Promises Forgotten_The Nonsensical Ramblings of the Terribly Ill_Two Wrongs
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More Often Than Not
Tracey wasn’t necessarily afraid of death. But whenever he fantasized about it, it wouldn’t have gone like this.If Tracey had the choice, he’d have gone out on his own terms, like those cool heroes in the movies who had huge martyr complexes. They always died doing what was right- usually in some big explosion or taking a bullet for their love. It was… almost beautiful, dying in your own way and knowing when it was coming.If and when he had to die, the perfect scenario would’ve been defying authority. Protecting someone from having to experience the same things he did. How, exactly, would he d...
Promises Forgotten
Promises ForgottenA Fantasy Short Story by Ana GovindasamyTrigger Warnings/Disclaimers: Violence, Injury DetailRunning isn’t the answer. Quitting is. Revenge isn’t a solution. Overcoming is better.They said it was my downfall. If I hadn’t done it I’d be alive. Though, they said the same thing about all those wasted seconds. The spent minutes that costed me years. ***I needed to run. I needed to leave. But as I flick my head back, I see a figure. A crying, vulnerable figure.Crying, leg mauled, bloody and gaping. I swear I can see bone beneath layers of pulsing muscle. And beneath the repulsion,...
The Nonsensical Ramblings of the Terribly Ill
There is a lot of things I like in this world. Fat rain as it falls into puddles, creating bubbling pavement cauldrons that try to find their way towards the drain. The smell of rain as it hits the hot tarmac in the height of summer, that nothing else can seem to replicate. Yes, for some reason a lot of them are rain related. Reading inside with a cup of tea as the rain patters against the window, light fading as the darker, greyer clouds roll in, determined to bring in the storm. The way that rain, despite its inanimate, natural state, can be unpredictable, changing in an instant, from a soft...
Two Wrongs
“If I’m wrong, and you are wrong, who’s right?” “Doesn’t there have to be a right when there is a wrong?” “Yes, of course. Otherwise there would be no winner, no one to lose, no one to gloat.” And that is how the game is played. There has to be a winner for there to be a loser, and vice versa. But it was not always that way. I used to believe that two people could disagree and remain winners. Each having their own set of facts, their own brand of skepticism, and their own sense of irony. It is the irony after all that allows one to gather the facts and evaluate their meaning before the rwww.onedoor.ccightf...