The Last Dawn of Humanity by rowdy rood . Chapter 1: Echoes of the Fallen City The concrete arteries of the city lay fractured, choked with the dust of fallen titans. Twisted rebar clawed at the bruised sky, skeletal fingers reaching for a sun that offered no solace, only a stark illumination of […]
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Ash and Mari are old childhood friends who were separated by their differences but have always been neighbors. Upon graduation, Ash has completely changed and Mari seems interested in wanting to be her friend again, feeling guilty for the way they ended, but Ash trusts no one except her childhood best friend. Tyger, a ruthless boy who doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble but has always been there for Ash, even at her worst.
“He didn’t tell her. Not that night. But he thought about it. Thought about her question. Thought about her eyes in the dark, watching him like she was reading something written on his skin.”
“He took her for granted like she was part of the goddamn furniture. When she’d talk about her dead-end job at the library, he’d scroll through his phone like a zombie. When she wanted to check out some pretentious art exhibit downtown, he’d grunt about being busy with work. When she’d wake up screaming from nightmares, shaking like a leaf, he’d just tell her dreams were bullshit and roll over.”
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A man prepares to meet his wife for a romantic meeting in the woods after a year apart. TRIGGER WARNING: Death Suicide
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Laura and Adelita, steal an hour of passion. As they explore each other’s bodies with the urgency of famished souls, time stands still in their suburban hideaway. But reality intrudes as Laura pleads for another rendezvous, while Adelita, bound by the chains of her life, hesitates. With a playful kiss and a bittersweet goodbye, they part ways, their love burning bright against the drudgery of daily existence.
He’s sitting in those sheets, the same charcoal-colored ones I used to grip in the middle of the night. His head is probably on my pillow: the one that I claimed my first night there because it was just the right balance of firm and soft. It would have helped if he was somewhere foreign, not somewhere I had spent so many nights.
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Einar couldn’t sit up anymore. Even if he wasn’t bound to the floor, he could not move his body anymore. The automatons had run their course, and Einar could only feel vague whispers of pain when they tried to get information out of him. He didn’t know how long he had been bound to this floor, and the only thing that kept him sane was imagining the darkness surrounding him, trying to protect him. He didn’t know why he still held the information he had away. He could stop the pain if he just told them, but his mind wouldn’t let him.
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