Calculate to create, measure their mass and deem if they’re suitable, or if it’s time to return them to the mould.
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Hinted moments that lead to this fate, explaining without showing that the end hasn’t come, that you lived on and fulfilled your goals while remembering those that could not.
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Stuck against a wall of starvation and struggling hope, witness the hand hoping to save you, who cannot contend with the sticky hold and smears the body apart that it wished to free. Was it better this way?
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Jack’s dreams were haunted with Felicia, crushed to goo, torn apart, eaten whole. He woke with a cry, the image of her being wrapped in plant stalks, crushing her, still imprinted on his eyes. The beanstalk loomed beside him, still growing, creeping into the sky to block out the sun. All sleep deserted him asContinue reading “23:174”
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Plunge back in and experience the shock of imposter syndrome. Who are you if you can’t be that person from before. What worth is left in you?
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Jack travelled deeper into the forest, his new weapon tested on any inhabitants wishing to challenge him. Memories of Crazy Mary’s story haunted him and he scanned for clues of its existence, perhaps a giant’s bones lay forgotten in this place. Perhaps it was all a lie. He travelled two days then set to formContinue reading “23:172”
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Jack gave up on caution and ran, speeding through the trading post with his prize clutched to his chest. No one chased him, too concerned with their own wares to help rewrite the injustice. Still, he didn’t stop until he was a mile deep into the forest, resting upright against a large tree and examiningContinue reading “23:171”
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She’d noticed the young man watching, his interest greater than he wanted her to believe. He held a desperate glint in his eyes, a purpose to fulfill that blinded him to other suffering. It reminded her of her husband. Her weary heart broke a little as she purposely turned away from her wares, rummaging inContinue reading “23:170”
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Her husband had been a wealthy collector, a kind man but far from sensible. Still, she loved him and enjoyed watching his face light up with excitement when he found another piece. But soon his family wealth had dwindled away and the fancy weapons caused resentment. As she struggled to feed their son her husbandContinue reading “23:169”
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Jack’s village was too poor too uncultured to have a blacksmith or armoury. He would not be returning there. Instead he headed for the forest in Crazy Mary’s story, knowing there was a trading post at its border that attracted buyers and sellers alike. Wares were spread out on cloth, hasty displays enticing the desperateContinue reading “23:168”
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