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They grew again last week. I haven’t seen the vines for a number of years. Their fruit has not graced these dusty, aged walls for many years before the vines disappeared. Could this be a sign of things to come?

» Posted By Archori On 04.21.2017 @ 2:34 pm


We walked through the cold alley at a brisk pace, the leaves crunching underneath our feet.

» Posted By Archori On 10.28.2013 @ 2:52 pm


I want to flee, but I can’t move. My feet are paralyzed, and I can’t tell if it’s my fear or my courage. His hot breath is in my face, screaming at me. I can see through his eyes into a flaming soul.

» Posted By Archori On 10.21.2013 @ 4:44 pm


He made hell too. That’s what I’ve been told, at least. I can’t fathom it – a land of fire beyond our temple gates. Yet I do see the darkness that lies beyond, and wonder why we are fenced in here. This is our destiny, to be free and happy, right? If so, why the gates? Why the fences? Can the darkness remain?

» Posted By Archori On 09.22.2013 @ 4:20 pm


The senator’s head was still ringing from the explosion. It happened every morning on her commute. She wasn’t sure how long the unrest would last. She wasn’t sure how long her convoy would last either. Until then, another day at the office. Another aspirin. Another stack of hopeless paperwork for a hopeless embassy.

» Posted By Archori On 09.15.2013 @ 4:08 pm


I seldom imagine myself being below average. Whenever I dream, I dream of being higher. I dream of having some lofty purpose, being some role model to kids all over the country. I seldom dream of sitting alone, not relating to the people around me. I seldom dream of being wrong, of being broken, of being lost.

» Posted By Archori On 09.14.2013 @ 10:01 am


Inspiration refused to strike Lionel as he walked aimlessly down the railway line. As he passed the railway ties, each one falling into line one after the other to the horizon, the thought never occurred to him that the next thing to strike would be the train.

» Posted By Archori On 09.05.2013 @ 5:09 pm


I walked through the backlit room, unsure of what lay ahead. I guess that was the purpose of the lighting – to illuminate what was to come, not what was already passed by.

» Posted By Archori On 07.17.2013 @ 10:02 am


The pairs walked slowly up the ramp, undoubtedly to another doom. It was always like this on their travels, being chained as they struggled onward. Hopefully they’d find the key.

» Posted By Archori On 06.17.2013 @ 2:17 pm


I joined the brotherhood expecting some sense of community, I guess. But I rapidly found out that the problems prevalent in society abounded within this one as well. Steven still got ignored because of his speech defect, Paul still wasn’t invited to dinner, and as for me – I still didn’t find the meaning of life.

» Posted By Archori On 06.03.2013 @ 7:18 am


The casting was complete. He took the mold, awed at his work. He imagined the molten metal, pouring into the tiny cracks, red hot and glowing. He imagined the finished hilt – one worthy of the prince, for sure – its exquisite detail flowing like the movements of its master.

» Posted By Archori On 05.22.2013 @ 6:19 am


The melody rang sweet from beyond the dell. The children slowly stopped playing, but didn’t stop grinning. The sweet scent of flowers drifted through the air. The lullaby wasn’t so peaceful at heart.

» Posted By Archori On 05.19.2013 @ 4:06 pm


She handed me the wafer as I entered the room. It was furnished with two chairs and a small table – not all that unusual, except for the wires protruding from the ceiling. Sure. Science. That’s what this was.

» Posted By Archori On 05.22.2013 @ 7:18 pm


The topics that need to be discussed the most. Dig them out of the dark corners of your mind, and bring them to light. Reality isn’t ideal – quit pretending like it is, or that it can be. Nothing should be ignored.

» Posted By Archori On 05.13.2013 @ 4:21 pm


He sat at the loom, staring out into the distance. He’d run the thread through many times, but this time – it sparkled. The destiny this thread foretold was brilliant – and it didn’t end.

» Posted By Archori On 05.10.2013 @ 2:16 pm


He watched in awe as the golden liquid flowed from the tap. Suddenly his twenty-first birthday became important as he chugged down the drink in all it’s glory. A few drinks later and he was a slobbering mess like the rest of them – a few months later and he was drinking like his dad.

» Posted By Archori On 05.07.2013 @ 5:31 pm


The flames were burning, and as obvious as that might seem, it wasn’t. I’d never really felt the full force of a fire before, its raw, unadulterated power fanning out into flames and smoke. Yes, the fire was burning, ravaging, destroying. It was not merely a fire, it was the end.

» Posted By Archori On 05.05.2013 @ 3:25 pm


I can see Jones over there screaming at the printer, hoping for his anger to have some magical effect on the toner levels. Poor Jones, doesn’t know today is rating day. The new ones never know, though. Once a month the clipboards are drawn out and the supervisors begin their painstaking reviews.

» Posted By Archori On 05.03.2013 @ 5:11 pm


Pete and his imaginary friend walked along the side of the road. They ducked – watching the bullets whiz by as the carnage ensued. Little Peter hadn’t made many friends, and hadn’t found many adventures – he walked down the road with his dreams on the way home daily.

» Posted By Archori On 05.01.2013 @ 3:44 pm


We walked, our hands clasped together, arms swinging back and forth, smiles plastered on our silly faces. Her face was really pretty in the spotted shade as the sunlight danced on her countenance.

» Posted By Archori On 04.28.2013 @ 11:02 am


Pikachu. That is all.

» Posted By Archori On 04.27.2013 @ 6:53 am


Shoot straight, but don’t aim high. Oh goodness, please don’t aim high. Whenever someone aims high while bowling, they make themselves a giant fool. Just be smooth about your throw, and you’ll be rewarded with smug satisfaction.

» Posted By Archori On 04.25.2013 @ 4:53 pm


When victory is at it’s sweetest. When the life and death battle before you consists of mere playthings, and when the anxious longing for adventure can be fulfilled by putting things back in their place.

The General knew that this victory would not be sweet.

» Posted By Archori On 04.23.2013 @ 3:34 pm


We drove for miles to get here. And now I’m sitting here, trying to choose what to pick. The sunlight is filtering through the windows, the crisp breeze is flowing through, and everything is perfect. Too perfect – I’m going to have to order the whole menu, I suppose.

» Posted By Archori On 04.22.2013 @ 5:22 pm


The purple color that seems to slice through the tame pastels and singular shades of everyday life. Magenta, you tease. I can’t really tell if you are supposed to be a color for royalty or princess themed birthday parties.

» Posted By Archori On 04.21.2013 @ 9:13 pm


We are running away between the cliffs that rise up to the sky on either side. Scraping, scratching, running into our sides, constricting the blue expanse above into an ever thinner sliver of hope out of reach.

» Posted By Archori On 04.20.2013 @ 7:30 am


I got on at the metro station. The train pulled away slowly from the solitary streetlight, casting a soft glow on the snowflakes as they fell towards the ground. I felt the crisp breeze blowing through my hair.

» Posted By Archori On 04.18.2013 @ 2:50 pm


It is looking at me across the lake. I thought the two gleaming spots of light were just amongst the other stars in the sky, but I can feel them looking at me when I turn around. Has it finally come to take me from my dreams?

» Posted By Archori On 04.17.2013 @ 2:59 pm


I watched him as he started slowly walking onto the stage, grabbing some crumpled sheets of paper out of his pocket while mumbling curses under his breath. This speech would be interesting.

» Posted By Archori On 04.16.2013 @ 2:58 pm


Use it to get what you want. Manipulate, push the boundaries, do what you never thought possible. Suddenly you’ve turned things upside down, you’ve forced open a door that was meant to be shut. Was that the right thing to do? Certainly you feel more powerful now.

» Posted By Archori On 04.15.2013 @ 4:09 pm

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