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Three-O I

This is yet another story I started years ago but never continued. It’s about a trio of young golden-age superheroes who begin to question their perfect (predictable) superhero reality as it begins to crack after powerful new strangers appear to them with a prophecy. “One will be the greatest hero… One will sacrifice their life to save the universe… One will threaten the universe as its…

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Fleeting Tale XV

Emotional Chess Match Some people treat emotions like a chess match. Feelings are like a game to some people. To some, its the literal meaning behind ‘playing’ with somebody’s emotions. It’s why I’ve been considering a new philosophy on life, and the workplace. This philosophy to which I’m referring, I feel (but on the inside) gets a bad rap. But, I’ve learned that in a game of thrones…

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The Girl Who Shrugs I

The Girl Who Shrugs I

The story follows a silent martial arts master called “Girl” as she wanders through harsh environments with her best friend, a pet cricket named “Grasshopper”, and a mysterious vase. She reflects on her past training and faces off against mysterious opponents on the way to her (undetermined) destination. The break in the clouds offered her a rare view of the sun and the moon sharing the…

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Fleeting Tale Vol XIV

Fleeting Tale Vol XIV

Recovering from a gut punch of a rejection. Crushing disappointment forced me to face a harsh truth… Am I really investing in myself and my own opportunities as much as I am investing in finding opportunities in places I don’t own? I’m hurt, but my painful rejection lead to a crucial course-correction for my life. This place I wanted to be in wasn’t meant for me. He felt like he turned a…

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Fleeting Tale Vol. XIII

Fleeting Tale Vol. XIII

I’m exhausted. He barely held his eyes opened. It felt like someone attached ten pound weights to his eyelashes. One per lash. He experienced an endless, torturous loop of filing, data entry, answering email… wash, rinse, repeat, drown. He snatched the last of the spreadsheets from his printer before leaving his office for the copy room where he helped store all of the boxes for the archival…

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Fleeting Tale Vol. XII

Fleeting Tale Vol. XII

It’s a lonely feeling trying to find myself at my age, especially when everybody around me (co-workers, peers, family, my spouse, people on the internet, etc.) seems to have everything figured out- or at least that’s what they portray. My closest peeps are all making good money. They’re in the prime of their lives with a catalogue of memoires of their youth from which to draw. Meanwhile, I’m in…

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Faulty Memories

A “Psychological Short Story” by Darrion J. Beckles I wrote this short story for my Psychology Class and it deals with several issues studied in psychology. I am no Phd, nor am I a Psych Major. I’m just a geriatric millennial who is working to boost his college GPA. #Mentalhealthawareness He pulled the signal rope before rising from his seat.   He checked the note on his newspaper on his way…

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The Inspiration

“One hundred miles from the capital, a mercenary meets the predacious killer he inspired to slaughter a military battalion of government soldiers” Every hostage he left behind in the watchtower was gone. Dead. He should never have left them. He should have never left his crazy partner to watch them alone. It wasn’t his worst mistake, which was what made him even less confident he could recover…

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Unseen Life

His translucent hands… He held them up to his bathroom mirror. The disease. The curse. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair he had to live that way. It was no way for any human to live, if he could call himself that. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror to obtain his last vial of skin-colored makeup. Most people in the world were born visible, and remain visible by default. He considered them…

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Random Tales Vol. XI

Random Tales Vol. XI

I should have finished my book years ago. Instead… I stared a hole through my monitor. The one line I typed in Word was starting to blur because I refused to blink because I was tired and I knew blinking was too close to sleep. All the talent in the world and I was still drafting my novel. I sighed. I took my second shot of rum. I used to laugh and scoff at authors who spent decades writing…

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Random Quest II

Remain still… He laid his rifle and compass on the grass before taking a seat on a rock. His partner, Ash, must have been halfway towards the sunrise before realizing he was no longer behind him. He smirked. That kid… that girl… His soldier was young and enthusiastic with good knees, and would often walk ahead of him even though he was her superior officer and she was the soldier. Ash…

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Fleeting Tale Vol. 10

Fleeting Tale Vol. 10

No amount of caffeine could have woken him up that morning. He stumbled off the elevator and shuffled his way through the dimly lit halls of his office building. He didn’t feel like himself. He felt like someone else was in control of his body and he was just the passenger. He swiped his badge. Boop! He opened the door and entered his office through the kitchenette. The office was quiet,…

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Random Quest I

Her bite wound was beginning to turn. And so was she. His healing magic was ineffective against the spreading rot, inside and out. Her flesh turned cold, numb, and she could feel the same happening to his soul ever more rapidly. The pain all but disappeared. She felt nothing- and that was a terrible thing. She shoved the healing cleric away. The cleric’s magic did little to slow down her…

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Hungry Fists I

He itched the top of his bandaged hand. The alley was silent. His cocky opponent’s cheerleaders fell silent, giving way to the ambulance and police sirens blocks from the dimly lit alley. He cracked his blackened knuckles. None of his fallen opponents shit-talking friends were stepping up. “Whose next?” He quietly asked his remaining opponents. He dropped their preppy pal faster than an ugly…

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Fleeting Tale Vol. 9

Fleeting Tale Vol. 9

It seemed like trying only made him worse. At everything. His joints hurt. His brain hurt. Everything hurt and every progressive thing he did on a daily basis only made him more tired. Even taking breaks made him tired. He finished his coffee and placed his glass on his wrinkled notebook next to his camera. He was starting to feel envious of the old people he’d see practicing Tai Chi, sitting…

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Fleeting Tale Vol. 8

Fleeting Tale Vol. 8

He was going about it the wrong way. Who does he think he is? Someone was challenging him by consistently and persistently invading his space. Or, at least, that was how it appeared to him. Who do they think they are? He reached down to his toes and took a long, deep, calming breath. I hope they don’t think they’re going to impose themselves on what I am doing. His peers were not his…

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The World Below Damocles

The World Below Damocles

There were living people who remembered the Doomsday Clock like it was yesteryear. He sprinted across the street and through the revolving door to his office high-rise. The Doomsday Clock became an afterthought the day the asteroid scientists call Damocles appeared, and suspended itself in the atmosphere. That was the governments unplugged the Doomsday Clock before aiming their nuclear arsenals…