Red
“All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” - Kait Rokowski
“I want to go home.”
Thomas stood watching the unending landscape, rifle in hand. “Well, we all do sometimes.”
“No, I mean it. I’m done.”
He looked away from the horizon for the first time since his shift started. “Don’t you believe it matters, John?”
“I did.”
“But don’t you still?”
John looked around at the broken men setting up for another night of sleeping on the ground and stomped his cigarette under his feet. “The problem is, there are too many people who wanna’ make a change out here dyin’ for people who just wanna’ make a name.”
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Lucia B.
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi5 days ago in Fiction
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Interesting story, Lucia! I'd love to see this expanded into something bigger! I'd love to know more about John and Thomas and the journey they are on.