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Shells

The fucking psyches tell him to look within and all that bloody jazz, but it's all bullshit. He's killed guys, and that's the end of it. Guys, and girls, soldiers and civilians, until the sound of gunfire drilled into his head and out the otherwise and took everything in the way with it It's like those stupid shells his mum showed him once when he was young. 'Course, he didn't think they were stupid then, but what did he know. Just a kid who had no idea what it felt like to hold a cold piece of steel in your hand that explodes in hotness and judges whoever's in front with a wham bam and kiss goodbye, say hi to God for me and give him the fin

DLDs and Contest Winners

10 deviations
Literature

The Magician - Epilogue

There's a man who isn't real, never was, and a woman who might be. There's a land of plains and skies, but also of times and hereafters. A land away from the darkness, out of the shadows of doubts and uncertainties, and with a spirit of its own. The other man stays as he stands, a stranger, an intruder like the rest of the crowds who waltz in and out, seeing without really knowing. But unlike them he's beginning to nudge open that door between, taking the first few steps within. And he looks down now where the edges of the fortune teller's gift are cutting into his palm, unfurling his clenched fist and letting his eyes fall on the etched for

The Magician - Novella

4 deviations
Literature

To Wed The Wind

He sees her again when it’s 1985 and he’s years out of his twenties, her face shining out from across the site and the world tilting around him the instant their eyes meet. He drops the brick he’s laying as the sky darkens in his mind to a spray of napalm and the exhaust from the passing cars touches his face as the heat of a tropical jungle. He thinks, fourteen years, and aloud he breathes, “Wife.” _ _ _ He saw her for the first time when he was fresh faced and twenty-one, three months in ‘Nam and drinking at the bar with the rest of the boys. He’d whistled when she brought the glasses and gotten

Short Stories

40 deviations

Poetry

16 deviations
Literature

Vows

parted lips whispered cries wife's away

Other

4 deviations
Literature

Lakesong

The store was musty, overflowing with odds and ends, pasts and memories. A young man stepped carefully through the doorway, gaze falling over the trinkets that littered the shelves. He slipped off his top hat. "Hello?" A clattering toward the back greeted his query and a figure padded out, bent with age, snow-white hair falling over an ancient face. The shopkeeper sniffed as he moved closer, dressed only in shirtsleeves and a faded bow-tie over his dark trousers. "Good afternoon, sir. I was just searching for a gift for my sister when I stumbled past your shop here. I can't say I've noticed it much before, but it seems an interesting place

Scraps

5 deviations