The Library

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I entered the library in search my father’s novel and was delighted to see that this modern ruin was filled with nature that invaded through the hole in the ceiling.

The sun was hanging overhead, which lit the library in hues of autumn orange, glittering gold and smoky red which burned warmly in the aisles.

Blind

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I always wondered what the blind dreamed of…

It was the one regret of my life. Looking, where no one has ever seen.

If only someone would have told me that just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

Don’t look. Not one peek.

It’s not worth being the last thing you’ll ever see.

Space Cowboy

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It happened at the worst possible moment.

Right when I pulled the trigger, Ringo opened the docking hatch into the black void of space.

My last shot curved past him, getting sucked out along with three weeks worth of empty pizza boxes, and my last hope of finally catching the sonuvabitch who stole my ship.

Ms. Mary Manslaughter

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Ms. Mary Manslaughter grit her pearly white teeth, and licked her lips as she held the trigger down forcefully.

“Better hide, better run. Cause’ I’m mowing the lawn with my tommy gun.”

No one could hear her jest though, over the hellish cackling of 700 rounds per minute.

But it didn’t matter.

She could hear.

Falling

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Joel, unable handle the stress anymore, jumped from the building.

He fell, and fell. Then, fell some more.

In fact, he continued to fall. Even when the road was rising up to meet him, he fell still – straight through like a meteor.

This amazed everyone.

Especially poor Joel, who is still falling to this day.

Black Parade

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The Black Parade marched with bones clicking, and jaws clacking in a percussive ensemble. Their ivory instruments moaned with passion, until the very last note rang out.

Then… they collapsed.

That’s when Joan looked at me and said the very last thing I can remember, before I collapsed too.

“Time makes songs of us all.”

The Son of the First Light

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The fire was molten, luminous, and shifted like liquid in the orb between his hands. Then, it dripped down the sides and mottled his flesh.

It hurt. You could tell. But then it began to take.

He drank the fire, like water soaking into a dry sponge.

Reborn, as the Son of the First Light.

Disinterested

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“Woo-wee, I tell ya! There ain’t nothin so sweet as a warm summer puddin in the middle of July.”

I turned, out of curiosity. And to my surprise, I didn’t recognize the man.

In a small town like this, that’s something of a miracle.

I decided to keep it that way, and kept walking.

The Quest

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And that’s when I saw it.

The final destination. A bright, pearlescent kingdom swimming in shimmery beams of light. All the citizens of this legendary city left behind their bodies long ago.

To enter, I would have to do the same. And to leave, I would have to find a new body.

A better body.

Wisdom

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I’ll never forget what my master said to me that day.

In a whispered tone, as soft as the setting sun in the distance…

“Have an open heart, my son. Fullness from within brings the power to extend and forgive.”

“But master, I am…”

He interrupted, “You are only the extent to which you love.”