Five-minute fiction - 01:16-01:21
Three steps. It always came down to the last three steps.
Grim cursed. His hands clung to the railing, the knuckles white, his palms sweaty. It always came down to the last three steps. Two years in the field, as an alumni of the Citys College of Assassination and the Arts, and four years of comprehensive on the job training had...
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Three steps. It always came down to the last three steps.
Grim cursed. His hands clung to the railing, the knuckles white, his palms sweaty. It always came down to the last three steps. Two years in the field, as an alumni of the Citys College of Assassination and the Arts, and four years of comprehensive on the job training had...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:21-00:26
Pain blossomed in Grims face and the world spun. Bright spots, dark spots, and spots all the colours of the rainbow danced before his eyes. He reeled his feet jerking spasmodically as he danced away from the source of the blow.
The dazzled world around him was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Voice stacked upon voice as somewhere nearby...
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Pain blossomed in Grims face and the world spun. Bright spots, dark spots, and spots all the colours of the rainbow danced before his eyes. He reeled his feet jerking spasmodically as he danced away from the source of the blow.
The dazzled world around him was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Voice stacked upon voice as somewhere nearby...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:36-00:41
It was two lefts, a right, another right, two lefts again, and then take the flight of stairs, yes? Grim said.
Yes, Darker said, his voice somewhat exasperated.
Okay, now my question is was it a flight of stairs going up, or a flight of stairs going down?
Darker paused in his pacing and crossed to where Grim stood on the...
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It was two lefts, a right, another right, two lefts again, and then take the flight of stairs, yes? Grim said.
Yes, Darker said, his voice somewhat exasperated.
Okay, now my question is was it a flight of stairs going up, or a flight of stairs going down?
Darker paused in his pacing and crossed to where Grim stood on the...
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decota:
I love this!!
I doubt it took only 5 mins to write! or did you do it in a workshop setting?
I doubt it took only 5 mins to write! or did you do it in a workshop setting?
Five-minute fiction - 22:45-22:50
There is a line between life and death.
Its always been there.
The boundary between the perceptible world, and the one beyond.
But the boundary is malleable.
Fluid.
It flows as blood.
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Is that it? Grim said pulling the book from the podium and flipping several pages.
It was heavy, the cover embossed, and the pages edged with gold. Religious...
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There is a line between life and death.
Its always been there.
The boundary between the perceptible world, and the one beyond.
But the boundary is malleable.
Fluid.
It flows as blood.
*
Is that it? Grim said pulling the book from the podium and flipping several pages.
It was heavy, the cover embossed, and the pages edged with gold. Religious...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:20-00:25
These are things you couldnt possibly understand, the man said.
He collapsed further, which seemed impossible considering the state in which he had collapsed previously. He seemed to fold in on himself, clutching the stab wound. Grim knew it was fatal, he didnt need to years of training in dealing such wounds to know that it was fatal, the blood on...
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These are things you couldnt possibly understand, the man said.
He collapsed further, which seemed impossible considering the state in which he had collapsed previously. He seemed to fold in on himself, clutching the stab wound. Grim knew it was fatal, he didnt need to years of training in dealing such wounds to know that it was fatal, the blood on...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:52-23:57
The City had very few true holidays. Those that were celebrated were usually only celebrated by select groups of the citizenry. And no one was really sure why it was this way. Centres of urban sprawl often celebrated numerous holidays. Not merely those dictated by the few Gods, Goddesses, or other supernatural deities that demand the respect and worship of humanity....
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The City had very few true holidays. Those that were celebrated were usually only celebrated by select groups of the citizenry. And no one was really sure why it was this way. Centres of urban sprawl often celebrated numerous holidays. Not merely those dictated by the few Gods, Goddesses, or other supernatural deities that demand the respect and worship of humanity....
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Five-minute fiction - 00:05-00:10
Thick plumes of smoke billowed out through the doorway, filling the air with an acrid smell. Grim covered his mouth with the arm of his coat but it did little to protect him. Behind him he could hear Darker blundering back and forth crashing into things. If the smoke stung his eyes as much as they had Grims that would explain...
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Thick plumes of smoke billowed out through the doorway, filling the air with an acrid smell. Grim covered his mouth with the arm of his coat but it did little to protect him. Behind him he could hear Darker blundering back and forth crashing into things. If the smoke stung his eyes as much as they had Grims that would explain...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:10-00:15
The whole room shook as the heavy stone slab slammed down sealing them in. Grim looked from it to the inch-thick cord he held in his hand. It was dried and weathered, brittle to the touch. With a sudden yelp his whole body lurched forward as something collided with his back full force. Blows rained down on his head, neck, and...
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The whole room shook as the heavy stone slab slammed down sealing them in. Grim looked from it to the inch-thick cord he held in his hand. It was dried and weathered, brittle to the touch. With a sudden yelp his whole body lurched forward as something collided with his back full force. Blows rained down on his head, neck, and...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:15-00:20
Grims head hit the table and rebounded with a snort, a sound somewhere between a snore and grunt. He tried to catch his drooping head as it fell again but missed and grunted louder as his head hit the desk a second time. He opened his eyes, and stared at the cracked and worn leather that covered much of the table....
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Grims head hit the table and rebounded with a snort, a sound somewhere between a snore and grunt. He tried to catch his drooping head as it fell again but missed and grunted louder as his head hit the desk a second time. He opened his eyes, and stared at the cracked and worn leather that covered much of the table....
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Five-minute fiction - 23:01-23:06
We were small once. So many generations ago. Small apelike creatures who climbed down from the trees, in pursuit, or in flight from, we cannot fully know, and never looked back. We grew taller amongst the grass, learn to stand tall, to run, and to kill. We have always killed, but we learned to kill more efficiently. To take life without...
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We were small once. So many generations ago. Small apelike creatures who climbed down from the trees, in pursuit, or in flight from, we cannot fully know, and never looked back. We grew taller amongst the grass, learn to stand tall, to run, and to kill. We have always killed, but we learned to kill more efficiently. To take life without...
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