Tag: Prose
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Nothing Good Comes From Night
collective spots of void make a dusk, pierced pores of light like acne to skin rid the face of night with stars. Twisting manipulators of twilight house the unthinkable singularity in its womb like a hawking omen. Promethean shackles the laws of physics to the rock of existence, entropy the birds that rip and consume…
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He Who Learns by A.M. Kent
In a tempestuous sea, a stoic captain contemplates entering a mysterious silver light, believing it holds answers to his past. After plunging into the light, he encounters a younger version of himself and a woman tied to his regrets. Through reconciliation, he confronts his past decisions, ultimately emerging renewed, shedding burdens.
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Prodigal by Blace Alcock
A excerpt by Blace Alcock. In a solemn cabin, a weary man reflects on his estranged family, particularly his son, while laboring alone. One night, he encounters a mysterious owl-like creature that urges him to seek his son, who is lost. The man is left contemplating the creature’s cryptic advice before falling asleep again.
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