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Our dwindling forces retreated further into a forest clearing until we encountered a sheer cliff wall. With the undead army approaching from all directions, it is here where we take our last stand. We turn to the approaching horde, I look over to my teammates, Ariana at my left, her bow at the ready. On my right, Garrack lifts his mighty hammer, preparing to bash in enemies' skulls.I look down at my blood-spattered sword, my teammates and I were trained in combat, unafraid of death, but the civilians with their makeshift weapons stood terrified as the glowing eyes of the necromancer's horde gr...
Tabla Rasa
“Welcome to your service of remembrance! I’m Kazuo, and it will be my pleasure to guide you through the process as you consider the various options extended to you by NeuroNon. Your presence here confirms the clarity of your life priorities. We believe that life is made of moments, not minutes, and capturing and retaining those moments that you want to savor is what we’re here for. With over a decade of public service and another fifteen in the private sector, we are the world’s first and oldest in the field. You’ve obviously discerned that some of the moments we live through are of no more v...
Circle in the Sky
Kelsey sat in her Volvo sedan, clicking through channels on her radio, even if she only had four to choose from nowadays. She had smooshed her car into the back of a triangular parking lot designed to cram three cars into the space of only Kelsey’s. Combing her fingers through her coarse strawberry blonde hair which saddled a round face with a somewhat pointed chin and squeezing her eyebrows together, she floated her head up naturally as she ballooned her lungs with air. Kelsey wondered who in the Godless land of California supplied a toddler with crayons and a map of LA and told it to lay ou...
Failed Promise
I need to be ready and I haven’t been sure of my decision. “Until now,” I tell myself firmly sitting up just a little straighter to feel the surety I need. So much money is involved, or just possibly some hope for humanity. “This is long overdue.” I speak the words out loud to the empty office as I put away the remains of my leftover lunch, the bits I saved for this dinner that I knew I’d be eating at my desk, too stressed to eat much anyways as I prepared for tonight’s Board Meeting. Then that other voice creeps in. “Why am I kidding myself? Everything pinned on the lives of single children. ...