Category: Just Stories
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Whetstone
At the edge of a dull blade I teeter, cutting teeth with a vicious grin. The road travelled is pain and sorrow laid brick by brick, but I am the mason of my creation. The storm in soul beats against the weathered sails, only to remain contained momentum. Breaking chains echo in the canyons of…
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The Devil’s Hands
In this valley beneath the white peaks, My tasks are checked swiftly as creeks. Through this day I go along, as I listen to birds sing their sweet song. For all thy chores are dutifully done, racing to beat the setting of Sun. As the Sun falls and my hands become still, a shadow clad…
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Church
I stepped outside today so I could talk to God. One step, two step, dirt beneath my feet and I walk. Cool and sharp, liberating and healing, it has been too long. I sought communion in granite and icy streams, seldom hearing your response while I was away. Step by step I’m closer to the…
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Duality: Competition and Camaraderie
By Francesco M. Sunseri It’s 4am, your eyes are sleepy and still heavy from the restless sleep you had the night before. As you shut off the alarm and adjust to the searing lights above, an ember in your soul ignites into a burning desire. You are propelled out of bed in a manic fashion,…
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On Winter and Running
By Holly Ryerson Oooh, Winter…How do I train in winter? Hahaha! *Laughs maniacally* How do I NOT train in winter? I just carried 8 loads of wood into the house, to make a fire, to keep my family warm. But before I could access the wood, I needed to shovel the walkway to it. But…
Team God Mode 