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September 7, 2013
Furlough by =KreepingSpawn
"Whether he's writing about a fictional universe or our own wars here on Earth, he always brings home the fact that soldiers who kill and maim and torture also love and hurt and cry" (from the suggester).
"Whether he's writing about a fictional universe or our own wars here on Earth, he always brings home the fact that soldiers who kill and maim and torture also love and hurt and cry" (from the suggester).
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Disposophobia
Disposophobia
She had always kept everything. Ticket stubs, receipts, the torn-off edges of notebook paper. Any doodles or scribbled ideas, and any note afforded her by a friend were kept and saved. Not everything received the honor, but particular things from specific events did. She wanted to keep track of each and every thing she had ever done. She did so, on a corkboard encircling her room from floor to ceiling; each day had its spot, and one could trace her life along the wall with the zigzagging strings of yarn that connected each day.
She didn't often invite others into her room, for fear they might displace something, either by
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Ursa Minor
In a life that feels so lacking in concrete identity, the one thing that answers the age-old question “Who am I?” is the knowledge that Colorado is the land that gave birth to me. Pride swells in my heart when I see a bald eagle flying so close to the surface of Blue Mesa that its glossy feathers touch the water and make gentle ripples in the lake. There is equal awe when herds of elk and deer walk by me unafraid, and there is laughter when a wild turkey gobbles as he flees from me through a thick evergreen forest. Back east where the foothills give way to the Great Plains, I am humbled by the angry tornadoes that roar across the
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No Atlantis
Beneath the mossy bones of the ocean deep
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
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'2nd' Draft of this piece.
A bit of backstory on Sgt. Sabbath Trex on furlough after his first combat tour.
The Marines in my universe are of course based on the US Marines, with some exceptions:
Their dress uniforms are black, not blue.
The rank system has been somewhat restructured.
The Corps is organized in two distinct sections - Marine Flight[aviation and spacecraft] and Ground Marines[infantry, armor, artillery, etc].
Any crit/questions/general feedback are as always much appreciated.
chars/text © =KreepingSpawn
A bit of backstory on Sgt. Sabbath Trex on furlough after his first combat tour.
The Marines in my universe are of course based on the US Marines, with some exceptions:
Their dress uniforms are black, not blue.
The rank system has been somewhat restructured.
The Corps is organized in two distinct sections - Marine Flight[aviation and spacecraft] and Ground Marines[infantry, armor, artillery, etc].
Any crit/questions/general feedback are as always much appreciated.
chars/text © =KreepingSpawn
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Good story, and I don't even like short fiction. He reminds me of every SF, Army, or Marine I ever worked with ever so extra good job! I think the ending could be tightened up a bit, maybe change the last few sentences a bit to give it a bit more resonance. One of my professors in uni would say give it more twang (resonance) and less bang, lol.