The city sprawls below, it’s neon-lit streets winding like circuitry. Towering structures of glass and steel loom over the landscape. Their sharp edges softened by flickering holographic displays. The pulse of the city and its infinite possibilities hung in the air.
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In the pouring rain, they stand in the dim alley. She glares at him, eyes filled with tears. “Why did you do it?” she whispers, her voice raw with loss.
He hesitates, jaw clenched. “Survival,” he replies, then walks away into the ashen wasteland.
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“What flowers are these?” the young boy inquired.
“Marigolds. Would you like one for your mother?” The old man held out a marigold, and the boy’s eyes lit up.
“My momma will love it!” the boy exclaimed, taking the marigold.
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The warrior stands defiantly—eyes locked on the dragon that looms over her. Sword in hand, she calculates her next move. The wind whips through her hair as she assesses the rocky outcrop beneath her feet. She must strike swiftly.
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In a world cloaked in perpetual gloom, where the sun’s rays struggle to pierce through the thick haze, towering cement apartments loom like monoliths, stacked precariously atop one another, forming a labyrinthine cityscape. This is a testament to humanity’s relentless pursuit of vertical living space.
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The desolate street stretched ahead; it’s cracked pavement glistening with rain. Worn-down apartments loomed on either side with a lit window here and there. A woman and child, huddled under an umbrella, hurried through the mist. Their footsteps echoed in the eerie silence.
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While her trembling hands grazed the troll’s rough cheeks, the truth hit her like a blade: her friend was lost forever, trapped in this monstrous guise. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered, “Why?” But the troll’s eyes held no answers—only pain and longing.
*** This is from a fantasy story I’ve been writing for a while.***
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Looking out at the whirring airships and the smoky factories, she said, “Wisdom comes with time, dear daughter. Rule with both heart and gears. Listen to the whispers of the tinkerers, the inventors, and the tea-sipping poets. They hold the secrets of our city’s beating heart.”
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