This is a collection of writings that I will be trying to update weekly. Very rarely will two stories be related, but other than that, the stories should always be different. Some sad, others happy, you know. For tasting a large variety of writing...
That was the first thing I remembered after coming out of a short coma... Gunpowder. Arms. A celebration... Fireworks.
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The war...
The war was over. After a whole century, the humans had succeeded, the monsters had been beaten back. Banished. I studied my hands. Veins rippled like lightning along my tanned skin, a bloodied rag wrapped around my palm.
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"Morning, sweetie," a nurse cooed upon seeing me awake. She brought up a stool and began dabbing at my face with... a sponge? My senses weren't the most trustworthy at the moment. The tips of her brown hair brushed against her shoulders, pulled away from her own sweaty, tired face by only a blue ribbon.
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Gunpowder. Click. Hurrah.
Click. Hurrah.
Click.
My senses sharpened all at once, and I doubled over. My bare knees scraped against a creaking, splintered, wooden floor, its boards bleached pale from the sunlight that was blinding me. When the ringing in my ears died down, my bare feet pushed against the ground. I stood, blinking, at... the same room, but... not. Things were in different areas, there was strange equipment around surrounding the bed, and in the bed- was me. I looked down at my face, my sleeping body, in that bed. I checked the papers. This face was mine, but the name wasn't.
Click.
I dug around in my pocket, searching for the stopwatch I had gotten before the war. I pulled it out, its tarnished chain swaying in a phantom breeze. I frantically held it to my ear.
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Nothing. Not a single tick. It was broken. Useless.
Gunpowder. Click. Hurrah.
Gunpowder. Hurrah.
Hurrah.
The floor shifted beneath my feet and suddenly I was falling, but it wasn't to a lower level of the Infirmary... no, I could tell even then, I was falling to a lower level of time.
This was before everything I had just seen, before what I was. I was being rushed in on a cot... but that wasn't what caught my eye; I drifted over to the window, and suddenly I was outside, walking a village... I stopped at a cozy one and peered in.
Hurrah.
Hurrah.
Hurrah.
The word pounded against the inside of my skull, searching for its meaning... and froze suddenly as it found it. Inside was a room full of people, all dressed in attractive casual wear and celebratory accessories... party hats and beads. Cakes and drinks had been passed out. I squinted at the newspaper that had been tossed aside at the edge of the table.
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War Finally Ends.
"Sir?" I blinked, and my surroundings dissolved before my eyes. The nurse with tired eyes was shaking me by my shoulders. "Don't doze off, I can't-" she swallowed painfully. "We can't lose you again." I couldn't feel anything below my waist. "The war is over," she continued shakily.
