Creative Writing

Broken Promise

Turning his attention back to the woman, her feet naked against the cool stone slabs, still clad in the drab silver grey unitard of the angelic cadet corps, her tunic a rumpled pile atop of mud and dust caked boots.

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Belly of the Beast

London wasn’t sure how long she’d been climbing, the wet sounds of blood echoing in her ears with each pump of a gigantic heart that wasn’t her own. The hand and footholds of what she had dubbed her ‘Ladder to Purgatory’ flexed and twisted of their own accord which was perfectly normal considering they were the ribs of a giant snakelike creature that was invading the camping area the group had chosen a week ago.

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Company B…

The entire room was in chaos, shrieks and laughter echoed off the front row of bunk-beds that filled the back half of the large bay.

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Some things never fade.

Their wait staff had nervously taken their order, button festooned suspenders mildly distracting as they took the drink order and ‘gave them a few minutes’ to decide before darting off to tend other guests.

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