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…“You don’t get to be saved! You don’t get to be absolved! You were the glue that bound the pieces together, not I!” Daniel bellows as he waves the shotgun around without care of consequence before training back on Sammy. “I never deserved your pity, WE never deserved your PITY! WE were fine without YOU!…
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…“I said it once, wasn’t that enough?” “Obviously it’s not, otherwise we wouldn’t be sitting here, would we?” “I can’t really tell, I mean, I get this bat-shit crazy vibe from you, but you’re also pretty hot, so my mind gets caught in one of those loops t…” His words are slapped from his mouth…
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…The light blinks repeatedly before finally exploding in a grand display of pomp and circumstance. Derek shields himself with his arm, gritting his teeth together tightly before he screams like a child who has been grabbed by the monster that was unfortunately, regardless of what daddy said, hiding beneath their bed. Seconds pass into minutes…
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…“Santiago, nineteen-fifty-four!” Levi says with a wicked smile across his dry, cracked lips. “You looked pretty much the same today as you looked back then. Of course your hair is different, it has grown some, and back then you didn’t have that horrible Errol Lynn buffet on your chin, but regardless of all that you…
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…“My life didn’t pan out as well as I had so carefully planned.” he says as he lifts his eyebrows high from the crevasse they were moments ago folded tragically down upon. “Those are the words that will one day be carved upon my headstone, I tell you that as a fact, for it is…
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…a quivering smile wriggles across his blood-stained lips before he raises the pistol to Gareth’s brow. “Unfortunately I do not possess the ability to go back and forth thru time like some comic book superhero, and that saddens me, for now I see you for who you are, and not who I saw.” “Life’s full…
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…“You act like I had some sort of choice old friend. My hand was forced, no? The decision of retaliation was not made, it was forcibly thrust upon my shoulders. Had I turned the other cheek as you called it, I would’ve left myself open for others to make their move for my empire.” Bowen…
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…The blood drops to the earth beneath him and soaks quickly into the soil. He lets out a raspy grimace and clenches his teeth tightly together while tightly balling his hands into fists. “Y-You can’t be foolish enough t-to believe that I’d l-let you walk f-freely out t-those gates, a-and back into civilisation!” Jared stammers…
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…He closes his eyes and lets a stuttered breath escape his lips as he tightly clenched his blood-stained hands into fists. An explosion of colours pop inside his mind’s eye, showering the throbbing darkness with bright blues, reds, and yellows, while the silhouette of a woman’s face is painted in contrast to the colours. “A-A-Alison,”…
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…Jacob slowly opens his eyes and lets out a hiss through his dry lips as wave after wave of agony washes over this body, twisting and turning itself in each of the joints that meet between his ever-weakening bones. For countless seconds upon countless seconds he struggles to grasp a clear view of the world…
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…“If I’m not real, why are you telling me to go back where I came from? Shouldn’t you just ignore me and hope I go away or something like that?” “STOP IT!” he screams. “STOP TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO THINK! I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THAT ON MY OWN!” “I’m not sure you…
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…“The only thing those little shits will be useful for down the path, is to bring us undone. Killing them all NOW, removes any possibility of that threat, and it frees us up to move at our own pace, and not the struggling pace of their little FUCKING legs!” A cascading sea of sweat pours…
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…“A kingdom for your time! Are you for real?” Peter asks with saliva dripping from his dry cracked lips. “Don’t you know that time is not meant to be given, for it is a luxury that none of us have in drove, one in our dreams, where it is swung up as if it is…
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…Johnny springs into the air and twists over and over, then spirals downwards, landing in a crouched position, staring coldly into Jericho’s eyes. “Are you expecting me to give you a standing ovation?” “No, I expect you to ready yourself for battle.” “You think you can take me?” Johnny draws his sword free and trains…
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…“I don’t care what it is you think you know, I’m here today to tell you it DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! OKAY!” he spits venomously as he drives his fist powerfully into the table before him, sending a wave of cracks across its marble top. “N-N-Now hold on P-Percy, t-things don’t n-need to g-get heated! M-M-Ma…”…
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…The dull hum from the lights faded into the background, although if he pushed his ears to listen specifically for them, they would easily be brought back into the forefront, but for now it had become just another part of the world around him, a world of noises out of his control. “A planter box,…
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…“So tell me, if you had the chance to fulfill a specific dream related only to you, would you?” Han asks as he skilfully shuffles the deck of cards in his hands. “WHAT!” he exclaims loudly, while his brow furrows and he squeezes his lips purse. “You think you’re some kind of FUCKING genie now?”…
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…“You’re painting pictures you can’t see for sake of looking! Why not back off, breathe, and maybe we can see our way onto the other side, together, instead of the cluster we’ve become!” Claudio grunts through clenched teeth. “And what, you get to be absolved of your crimes? Vicky’s death gets overlooked? Where’s the justice…
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…“Jaded are we, the slime that grew legs and crawled from the primordial swamp that was our home since we were but soup in the belly of life. Disappointed and disenchanted with that which surrounds us, pushed, and persuaded, hidden as we’re regulated to supporting characters in our own DAMN lives, while those that vilify…
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…The fire pops and spits softly as the flames lick the tender flesh of the saplings that lie atop the glowing logs, while the rain cascades from the sky, tearing into the muddy land that lie beyond the canvas sail that stretches over the camp site tightly. Joel stirs the coals with a pronged stick…