#vsscrossroads — Public Fediverse posts
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When the body he had strung together from fresh corpses came to life, he felt like he was God, making the universal laws #abide by his will.
Her embrace to thank her creator was tight. ... A little too tight...
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On her walk through the woods, she heard crows crowding up. Lots of them. Her ears told her, she was getting closer. She saw black shadows circle over a small spot in the undergrowth. Something must be in the #duff. She did not dare go looking.
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Time to assess their powers. She called a meeting and led everybody into the wind tunnel. Her favourite way to separate the grain from the chaff. Leaving the candidates slightly confused, she left to hit the button. Some #winnow|ed. Others were more creative.
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#Forfeit game?
The question popped up over, and over, again. But this could not be!
He backed up his last steps and tried a different way.
Forfeit game?
No! Nonononono!
He could not forfeit. His life was intertwined with this virtual reality.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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Her fingernails gone, fingertips bleeding, she paused, but didn't dare to inhale. Air was precious. No need to waste it. Calming the rising panic, she resumed scratching. She had made it through the wood of the coffin. She'd make it to the surface.
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They had hallowed the standing stones throughout various ceremonies over the millennia. People came together in peace, celebrating the annual feasts, oblivious to the fact that it all once started with blood. Not knowing, blood will be required, again.
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The #loam began to crumble off the thick walls of the 400-year-old timber-frame house. It was beautiful, but had lacked maintenance for at least the past 100 years. Straw peeked out of the fading, ancient soil. And what was that? It looked like a tiny human skull...
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As they meandered through town, hand in hand, fingers interlaced, most people cried out in horror, and ran for shelter. Only a few stood, and stared, trying to find out what kind of magic this was. It's not every day that you see two skeletons walk by.