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The Little CoinA quarter. Twenty-five cents, not even a dollar. A small coin that would easily be forgotten if it were to fall from the tiny hole in one’s pocket. An insignificant bit of currency. One would wonder how something like this could change someone’s life. It really should only serve to provide a single ball of bubblegum. A ball of bubblegum should not affect fate. But for Karen this one little coin worth no more than a single ball of bubblegum decided everything for her. From what to wear in the morning to what movie to see at night. Karen left it aThe Little Coin
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The ShoelaceLittle Billy meticulously tied his shoe. He took great care in performing this seemingly mundane task. He missed not a loop, not a swoop, not a bunny ear, always forming the perfect kind of bow found only on a birthday gift. Each time this perfect little bow fell loose, a loop, a swoop, and a pull set it right once more. Ever diligent was Billy, always checking the state of his bow, lest he be left with an inferior tie. Not a day went by without his little shoes being perfectly tied. Not a day until one particularly peculiar day came to pass.The Shoelace
This day, as seemingly mund
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Cleric Chapter 1: BeginningsChapter 1: BeginningsCleric Chapter 1: Beginnings
I’ve never quite fit in. Well, can anyone truly “fit in”? Can anyone perfectly fit the mold of normalcy? What is normal anyway? Who gets to decide this “normal”? And why must we enforce it? Never mind, ignore my tangent. I don’t want to have a “deep” philosophical debate on the perceived human archetypes. My intentions are not that cliché. Or are they? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t think I have any reasons behind writing this. Maybe I want to catalog my insanity. &
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The Boy from the World of GreeThe lush undergrowth crushes under his calloused, bare feet as he makes his way to see the boy from the world of green. The vine-covered trees disappear as he reaches the grassy clearing. Slowly, he lowers himself onto the rock that the guards the border between the world of green and his own. He grips the rock’s rough, sun-warmed surface between his knees and steadies himself with cocked elbows. He peers over the edge. The boy’s curious eyes meet his own curious eyes. He leans closer, examining the boy. The boy leans closer, examining him. The come closeThe Boy from the World of Gree
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