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Through flames and pages

Through Flames and Pages The Dialogue, the Dilemma, and the Death By Samuel Bird Chapter One Walter laid out his school uniform on his freshly made bed. Against the backdrop of his scratchy wool blanket full of holes, he inspected his navy blue pants, matching suit coat, and white shirt. Despite his city and even the world around him falling to rubble, he did not want to have a spec of it on his suit.  Once fully inspected, he dressed and then looked in the mirror to make sur

The last breath we take

The last breath we take A very short story about examining our lives as they come to a close Chapter One He pulled a long breath of air as he let it out in a brisk sigh of annoyance. His large black rubber-soled boots banged into the steel grate floor of the barracks of the 273rd Flying Fortress of the intergalactic space armada. The quick rhythm to his steps illustrated his annoyance and the rush he was in. He came to her in the middle of the hall as she stood there smiling

A click, and then nothing forever

A click, and then nothing forever A very short story about whether existence is worth it and if we can justify it Chapter One Her hands gripped the controls of her starfighter with an increasing tightness as the knuckles became white. Her veteran memories of copious missions seemed to be at her back, ready to support her. However, this was the biggest mission she had ever been on. As she always did right before a mission as a bad habit, she began to suspect and doubt the inte

A hairless ape in a cold-death universe

A hairless ape in a cold-death universe A very short story about humanity's philosophical journey to the stars Preface: I had spent a full day-off studying up on the basics of quantum physics and its relationship to the theory of relativity, before realizing whatever space and time were, I needed food soon, and left my small college apartment. I went to the grocery store, with a story from the ideas I was working through, boiling in my mind. By the time I had walked with my c

Esse Maxim Praxis

Esse Maxim Praxis Samuel Bird One should typically wait until they have finished living out a portion of their life story before they process it and begin to make it into a narrative. I am not doing this. I am in the middle of a chapter, and being in the midst of it, these experiences, characters, and circumstances swirl around me in a seemingly untamable swarm of dead facts. I will one day make sense of it sufficient to exclude some facts and accentuate others. For now, I sh

The Kingdom of Maxima

The Kingdom of Maxima The fish eggs were never sparked with life. The bird egg was thin and unprotective. The deer’s womb was tainted, and the fawn, dead before birth. The children of men were neither born nor cared for. And when they were born, their hands hung down. Man, as the pinnacle of life fell for a lie that told him he was not life, and so he should kill. Man, as the meeting of the divine, fell for a lie that said there was no divine and killed his soul. In the stead

Violence

Violence, Vengeance, and Victory Samuel Bird There was no way he could see me. Careening down the road, above the speedlimit, he couldn’t be aware of everything. The thick honeysuckle bush was the only thing on that farm that seemed to grow. The thick and dark leaves kept my emaciated twelve year-old body hidden. The truck sped closer to me, filled to the brim with barley grain. I knew those trucks; they had terrible brakes. They couldn’t stop, certainly with how suddenly I w

The Valley, the Hollow, and the Mountain

The Valley, the Hollow, and the Mountain Samuel Bird An unknown distance from nowhere, I found myself in a land forgotten by man and remembered by God. Aside from the long dirt trail that I was traveling on, no marks by man were to be seen scarring the landscape. Another thought crashed through my skull, hitting my seemingness values and seeking reprieve. I didn’t know if I could care for such a concern, and was in fear that my effort would be found fruitless. In foolishness,

The Afterman

The Afterman Samuel Bird How would you write this chapter, considering you are concerned it is too late to say anything, and wondering if...

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