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eternally – 100/1000

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“I’ll love you forever.”

“Well, I think forever is a bit too long,” she said, peeling a patch of his greenish skin off his shoulder as they talked.

“But I can be with you forever,” he said.

She touched his face and then grimaced when more skin fell away at her touch, he was rotting right before her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re going to be here much longer, babe,” she said.

“It doesn’t matter what I look like, does it?”

“Well, not so much, but you need to be all in one piece.”

“I think I lost a piece.”… Read the rest

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hush – 99/1000

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“We don’t have enough to form a coven,” the old witch snarled.

“We will, look, she’s right over there.”

“You mean to take some girl enjoying her day in the park and bring her over to us?”

“What choice do we have? We’ll grab her and drag her into the woods, it would take seconds.”

“But someone might see us!”

“We have a demon to conjure! Now, do as I say and go get that girl!”

The old witch dashed into the field and dragged back the girl.

“I put a hush spell on her.”

“Smartest thing you’ve done today.”… Read the rest

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not today, bride – 98/1000

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There she stood in her white dress with her father on her arm, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hands.

It was her wedding day, the day she had spent her whole life waiting for, and now the time had finally come.

All of the planning, all of the anticipation, the wait was finally over and she was a bride, and about to be a wife.

She was about to be this man’s wife.

The doors opened, the music played, and she walked forward, but no one in the room stood and all was quiet.

He hadn’t shown up.… Read the rest

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leaving – 97/1000

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We have had enough of these goodbyes.

Remember when they were tearful, but full of love, hugs, kisses, the kind of goodbyes you don’t want to suffer through?

Maybe I liked those better than the quiet quitting of our relationship, the way you just backed out like you didn’t feel like going to the game.

A game is all I’ve ever felt like, a person being played, a pawn in someone else’s life.

She doesn’t fit here, go there.

No, that’s not right, either, move here.

Until I’m knocked off the board, and you’re picking up the pieces and leaving.… Read the rest

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tiktok – 96/1000

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“Look at this,” he said, brandishing a flat, shiny rock.

“A relic,” the other man said.

“They called it a cell phone,” the woman whispered, her voice sounding hungry as she reached out for the object.

“Now, now,” the first man said, “Finders keepers.”

“I don’t think so,” the woman said, and then hollered a low grunt as she slammed her weight into him, sending the phone spinning across the floor.

The other man picked up the phone and began running, but it wasn’t long before he heard the woman on his tail.

“Give it! They had something called TikTok!”… Read the rest

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bury the hatchet – 95/1000

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I’m ready for this to be over.

I am ready to dig down deep into the dirt with my bare hands and bury every last bit of you and me.

I don’t want to fight or argue anymore, I don’t want to look at you and feel such ugly feelings.

When the heart breaks it’s hard and things can get weird, and they should be if it was a real love.

It should hurt to lose it if it was real.

But it’s over now, so we’ll put it all behind us, bury it deep, and keep on walking forward.… Read the rest

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not quite indiana jones – 94/1000

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You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!”

“Never mind where I found it, it’s what we’re going to do with it now that we have to figure out.”

“Well, we’ll sell it, of course.”

“Sell the most valuable gemstone known to man? This thing is worth a fortune, and the second it gets into the wrong hands, we have no hope of seeing any profits from this.”

You reach to take back the bag, but the man pulls away.

“It’s mine now. Thanks for finding it.”… Read the rest

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leaving the garden – 93/1000

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I never thought I’d be leaving the garden to go off and hunt for someone in the barren wasteland of the city we’d departed years ago.

They said he was seen heading East, toward the city, and I pictured him picking his way through the rubble of skyscrapers and dodging the sinkholes where bombs had landed in the streets or on top of buildings.

Then I wasn’t picturing it, I was there, stumbling over concrete and avoiding decades old ordinance, crossing no one’s path on the way to find him.

He left me for this nothingness, why should I bother?… Read the rest

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space station – 91/1000

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I miss you, dear one, it’s cold and dark out here among the stars.

I miss the green and blue Earth and seeing the moon glow above us, but now I see no planets, no moons, only stars and other space stations.

I’m sorry, dear one, that we destroyed your home before you got a chance to enjoy it, and I’m sorry I didn’t take you with me when I left.

It’s cold and dark out here, dear one, stay down.

Better to breathe the poison and feel the radiation on your skin, right?

You don’t want to come up.… Read the rest