Arter Grim

“The journal you found” by Arter Grim

After days of foraging the forest on this island for treasure, you walk back to the seashore. You have explored many other places, but you have never been this exhausted before. How many hours have you spent wandering through those woods? You take a look at your ship. You want to go home. However, you still haven’t found what you came for, so you listen to your body and sit on the smooth black sand and gaze upon the waves that are going back and forth, when, suddenly, what appears to be a pocket-sized notebook washes upon the shore right bes...

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“The letter found on Chomolungma” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #235

Resilience, experience, and robustness are all features one would typically cherish and aim for, but they become the bare minimum in the face of Chomolungma, the Goddess Mother of the World. To climb it, one would need to be humble and respect the course of the snow and wind. Not doing so shows great arrogance, and those who dare to will pay their tolls. Thus, the mere sight of its grandeur from below is a gift. T...

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“A journey without an end” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #220

“Are you hungry?” asked Edmund. “Not really.” replied Theodora as she started stretching after having been awakened. “Where are we?” she asked with her eyes still closed.  “Oh, I stopped at this station for some gas. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”  Theodora nodded, and the sound of a door closing was heard. She opened her eyes, but the world was still shaking and the colors were still bright,...

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“Finding the source. ” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #206

Tick tock. Tick tock. Says the clock a millionth time. I have been trying to sleep for the past three days now, but I just can’t do that. "Oh, take a sleeping pill before you go to bed for a good night of sleep," says the doctor. No shit, Sherlock. I can still sleep, or at least I think I can. No, I am sure I can sleep just fine. It’s just that I know it's here. It has been here ever since my childhood. "Oh...

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“Three mistakes, one correction” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #204

Another day, another twenty miles to travel before the next day begins. Such is the life of an honest man, as my pa used to say. It was also frequent for him to say how there is no shame in doing anything so long as I can support myself and not put another human being in a worse predicament. He used to say many words, some of which could have even been considered wise somewhere else, but this isn’t somewhere else, and it...

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“Everything is alright.” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #203

I will always be grateful to my parents for providing me with an adequate education. I realize only now, after having my dear Daniel come into this world, just how difficult it must have been to get up every day and do the same old routine just to have a decent life. Nowadays, it’s rare to hear the alarm bell disturb Daniel’s sleep. I don’t even know why I still have it set up, but I guess old habits die hard. I g...

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“Her word, my reality” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #200

Information is the very thing we human beings torture ourselves for just so we can gain more of it. It is the fire that has unveiled the intricacies hidden by the darkness. As such, it is of our nature to desire it, as it would be such a shame if we were to not understand everything. However, I have learned that there are certain things that are best left unknown. Ironic, considering my line of work and, most of all, the...

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“When two opposites meet” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #199

There have been a series of murders in the small town of Lockwood. Nobody knows why they were done. None of the victims were related to one another. The only thing that connected these cases was the senseless violence of it all. The authorities claim that they were doing everything in their power to find the one responsible and "bring down the hammer of justice upon them", but we all know that was very unlikely ...

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“The man who went to work” by Arter Grim

HE AWAKENED AND WAS PREPARED TO GO TO WORK, or such was supposed to be the case. Instead, he stood up and pulled a novel he had always wanted to read out of his bookshelf. With one great blow, the dust disappeared, and he sprawled on his red armchair, taking his time to adjust himself so that his back might feel just right.With each page that was turned, he would reach out for the cup of tea that was perfectly within his reach. He would take a small sip and enjoy it before putting the cup back on the blue saucer plate.The af...

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“His need for discovery” by Arter Grim

Submitted to Contest #196

For as long as I have known myself, I have always tried to be a man of reason. It is as such that I have grown to scoff at any superstitious notion placed in front of me. I always found it laughable how it was necessary for one to depend on an all-powerful figure just so they could flourish and remain a good person. The thing I found to be even more ludicrous was the idea of a grand plan. It was simply preposter...

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