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PLAYING WITH DEATH
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what is life?
what is life? i asked myself while staring down at my own blood. i thought i had known, but with my lifeline slipping away and i feel myself float away, as my blood trickles out my wrist i can't help but to think about my life. or what was my life, how it was, and how short it is, i take a deep breath. possibly my last breath. why is it ending? i have so much to do, my little sister, she is barely 3 years old. she won't remember she had a brother, my family won't talk about me once I'm gone, they won't bring me up. they will not talk about my death, forgetting i existed. their "perfect" daughter. i haven't come out to them yet, i need to tell them who I am, I need to tell them what i am. this can't be the end. i say while the water takes over me. while the blood continues to drain out of me. this can't be the end. that's the last thing i remember.
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The Constant Gardeners
Nobody remembers who built the machines, or when or why they stopped whatever it was they were made to do.
Years ago, someone thought it a fun idea to paint them pink, after the wood sorrel that graces the old railway tracks.
Even now, their lamps still shine dimly from some hidden power source, but they remain motionless. The older kids call them the Gardeners, surrounded as they are by so…
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There I stood, gazing at the corpses of those I once loved. I begin to look up at you, a dazed look showing from behind my eyes.
"You cheated"
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I will lay here in the mud as my mothers weeps are drowned out by the ongoing thunderstorm and my dog lays beside my corpse, entering rigour mortis. My last wish as I stand a few feet away, watching the scene unfold as a ghost, is that I am left to decay and return to the earth from whence all life came, and so I must return.
Also please laminate my Mac and Cheese recipe.
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Gotta love going to the vss tag for posts about visual snow syndrome and finding that the tag is co-opted by "very short stories"
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Very Short Story- Intrude
The memory would intrude at random times.
It always chilled him. An icy blast of dreadful clarity.
But then the warmth and contentment swamped it, returning him to the dream. He'd forget until the memory of his own words returned again-
"You can't make me love you!"
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In His Heart
You opened your heart to him. Whenever he needs to talk to someone, whenever he is upset, he pours his heart out to you.
But when you feel hurt, he cannot spare the time to talk. He claims to be too busy. He says he is too stressed. He says you need to rely on yourself. He gives you a dozen excuses, but he never tells you the real reason.
Your heart is so much larger than his. In his heart he does not have room for you.
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I’m testing out different ways to share my vsses (very short stories, posts 280 characters or less). This month I’ll post the tale in a few parts on Substack and afterward, share each of the vsses on social media, where the prompt words will be underlined.
Ever since this was hinted at in my books, I’ve wanted to write this side story.
Summary:
A young mage is recruited for a pilot program at Kyoto Jidai Arcane University. Will he be able to face the bullying ghosts of his past to thrive in the new environment?
SPOILER ALERT:
This little tale contains spoilers for Rise and Guardian (books 1 and 2) of the Liminal Chronicles series. You’ve been warned. ;)
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My magic mentor, Hoji, asked me to visit Kyoto Jidai Arcane University, aka Kyoji, and apply to the pilot program for exceptional middle and high school students. I was hesitant. I’d been bullied at my last school. But mom insisted Monday would be a good occasion to check it out.
On the bus, we prepared a list of what to learn about the campus, especially how the students treated each other. Hoji would meet me there, so I could ask to peek in on a classroom or two, since the program was in its second year.
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Vibing sunflowers
The two laid on the grass and flowers bloomed ground, on the cliff overlooking both beach city and Little Homeworld. Connie's bluetooth radio playing music from her synced phone for Spinel and her.
The R&D researcher kept her eyes on the notes as she listened to the gem next to her sing the lyrics of 'Sunflower.'
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I'm not tryna lose
She laid the book down upon her stomach as she looked at Spinel from the corner of her left eye. The gem was nodding her head, her left hand acting as a pillow, eyes closed, and right index finger tapping to the rhythm of the song's calm tempo.
Then you're left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
Connie couldn't help but smile at her friend, happy she could give the gem something new to experience, and it seemed music was that something. Each time they had a vibing session, something Steven started teasingly calling 'Sister outings'; Connie was treated to something new about gem. Involuntary quirks and facets of her personality corresponded with the music she was listening to, and she would otherwise hide.
Rather it was physical twitches, sniffing of her nose, gentle sighs, or...
Maybe my love was just too much
Cause I was left in the dust
Though I stuck by her
I'm the sunflower
I'm just a sunflower
It was unknowingly changing the lyrics, like so. It was therapeutic and revealing, all in one. Though it wasn't at all one-sided. Many a time the gem caught Connie in her own idiosyncrasies. However, neither called the other out on them, not maliciously.
Though, times like this did prompt action within the human, a simple kind action. As she listened to Spinel rendition, Connie simply plucked a forget-me-not and placed it among her hair within the right twin tail, before laying back down.
You won't be left in the dust
We're gonna stick by ya
You're the sunflower
You'll never be too much
You'll never be left in the dust
We'll always be right by ya
You're the sunflower
You're our sunflower
Spinel grinned, listening to Connie sing, answering, and alleviating her concerns. Her eyes open in the slightest to look towards her friend who had her eyes closed, as she does when she sings. Taking the chance, The gem silently plucked a Petunia and put it in Connie's hair within the left face-framing bangs before returning to her default relaxed position, trying not to smile too much, as she felt Connie peeking at her.
Both said nothing as the song changed and they continued to vibe together.
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LITTLE FREE LIBRARIES
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they say everyone gets their first flower, their first love, before they're eighteen. sometimes the flowers are bright, visible, and proud, adorning heads like crowns; others hidden, growing under breasts. well, not quite. esther was sixty-five years old, and she had never grown a flower.
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"i'm ready to go home" the soft voice of a young child cried in the dark.
but what they didn't know, was that home is gone.
now is forever.
and time as we know it has stopped.
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Do anyone have in prompts for steddie, if so send some requests. I can do mostly anything (smut and fluff) and I’ll try to post it here, trying something new 😊
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Ikarus
"Good boy!"
As my dog returns with the ball that I tossed merely a few meters away, I can tell that he wants a bigger challenge.
I take the ball and hurl it with all my might.
It flies straight into the sun.
Too late do I realize what I've done.
"Ikarus, no!"
vss365 January 2nd 2023, prompt "hurl"
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The lucky coin
“What are you searching for?” said the police constable.
“My lucky coin.” said the young man. The man was on his knees with his head under the park bench.
“Your what?” said the cop, sounding irritated.
“My lucky gold coin,” said the young man. He was patting the grass all around while on his knees.
“Come out of there before I hit you with my baton.”
As he stood up, the cop looked at him…
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