swordsedge

The first thing I remember from that day was coming up the stairs and hearing a determined creaking. I cursed under my breath and strained to hear where the joints were unsettled, hoping a little glue would do the trick but figuring, with my luck, that I’d have to pull the staircase apart and sand down the bevels, maybe drill new divots. There went my...
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It all happened there, a place as insignificant as dust motes in a sunbeam. It all happened there, a photocopy of an image of a faint dream. There, we saw kingdoms raised and crumble into pits of sand. There, the breath of life and shudder of death. The beginning and the end.

I met Ann in some shitty bar on Fifth that doesn’t exist anymore....
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A fragment of a story I’m fleshing out, delivered in microstory fashion…

Whenever she looked back on their relationship she realized she remembered it with warmth, a fondness. He always had a way of making her feel as if she were wrapped in a wool blanket. Even through the whiskey kisses and slurred words and besides; it’s not as though he was bad to her....
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