Tears welled in her eyes as they clung to each other. “You’re home,” she whispered and buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He held her as though she were the most precious thing in the world.
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Amidst the salt-kissed breeze, she stood in the courtyard overlooking the sea. Her eyes, ancient and melancholy, traced the horizon where sea met sky. In that quiet moment, she pondered eternity, her heart a tempest of forgotten dreams and lost hopes.
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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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Elara clutched her ration card, its edges frayed from countless uses, and whispered to the woman beside her, “What’s the ration for today?”
The woman’s weary eyes met Elara’s, and she replied, “Two pounds of potato powder. That’s all we get.”
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I’m trying something new starting today. Every Friday there will be a 40-word story posted. You can share 40 words from your story, or write a short 40-word story. Total words must be 40 words or more and less than 50 words. Here’s mine:
In a bleak future, where machines ruled and humanity cowered, Jon found an unlikely companion, a weathered droid with fading memories named, R-3Z. Together, they defied the oppressive regime, seeking forgotten truths in rusted data archives. Their bond sparked hope in a desolate world.
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