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She laid her head back in the grass. The wind rustled the strands of her hair, letting them fly freely over her face. She sighed, a long, deep, drawn-out breath that seemed to contain all the world in it. She closed her eyes, letting the sun shine through her eyelids. Some day, it felt good to just let all her problems go.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 10.11.2013 @ 10:42 am


I took the pen, wet the tip in my mouth. I knew I would only get one chance at this. Some things, you can’t rewrite. The past, for example, is set in stone once it occurs. There’s no going back. Every decison, every mistake, is yours forever once it’s been made.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 10.10.2013 @ 7:47 am


The tank hatch flipped open. There was a moan of pain from within. Then, silence.

He peeked inside. A woman, clutching her arm, a blossom of red spilling from her breast, her face as ashen in death as it must have been beautiful in life.

He reached down, kicked her arm aside. He plucked the pistol from her belt.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 10.02.2013 @ 3:39 pm


Give me liberty or give me death. Ironic that you should say that. These days, liberty seems more like a privilege than a right. What liberty we once had has been swallowed up by dirty politics and under-the-table agreements. Are we free? Or are we as chained as we’ve always been?

» Posted By Nocturnus On 01.19.2012 @ 7:54 pm


A loud shout from a pair of lungs. A tool for sustaining fire. Pressure to maintain a burning flame, in both the hearth and in battle.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 01.16.2012 @ 5:05 pm


He placed his hands within the worn leather straps. “Now, you pull, and it makes one tone,” he said, demonstrating, “and when you push back, it makes another.” The bellows flexed as he began to play. “This is a song my father taught me, and his father before him. We have had different instruments, different methods of playing, but the song remains the same. One day you will play it,” he said, as he began.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 01.15.2012 @ 8:33 pm


He pulled the rug over her body. The blood seeped through the carpet as he tried to roll her over. The floor was slick, and his hands were soaked crimson. This wasn’t going to work. He should have never taken that dare.

» Posted By Nocturnus On 01.12.2012 @ 4:56 pm

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