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Feel free to post your favorite short stories (or ones you've made). I'll start with my personal favorite that I've written
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Ever since I was a small boy, I had always dreamed of landing on the moon one day just like Armstrong did all those years ago. I spent all my life doing anything I can to make that dream come true. And after years and years of hard work, I sat there in my capsule, ready to be the first man to colonize the Moon. On that fateful day, I was very eager to be part of another great leap forward for humanity and so was ground control. The countdown starts: 4.. 3.. 2 ..1.. "Houston, we have lift off," I reported to ground control. Dawn turned to dusk, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. During the venture I tried to adjust my ship to the right direction, but after all that coordination, communication, and verification to ensure success I missed my target. "Uhh.. This is Komarov to ground control, we have a problem," I reported nervously. "What is your problem," replied ground control. I looked at my partner, then to the capsule window. After some brief silence I replied, "We seem to have missed our target." Immediately ground control responded "this is ground control speaking, we need you to abort your mission as soon as possible." Ground control's response was delayed, but when it was received we had prematurely used all the fuel in the wrong direction. And after who knows how long, here I am in my capsule all alone drifting through the universe, wherever I am or wherever I'll go is unknown from my knowledge. I've just about passed Sedna. It's like a celestial groundhogs day. it feels as if I have been gone for days, years, or maybe even centuries. Does ground control remember me? Do I remember myself? What is my name? Have I become the stranger my parents warned me about? If I come back home will anyone recognize me? Could I be more isolated back home than where I am now? Where even am I, The sun has been seemingly blocked from something of a mysterious shape in my view. Where am I? Who am I? do I even exist anymore? Maybe I've died a long time ago but was completely unaware. Could this be the afterlife? So many stars, planets, galaxies, nebulas, and many unknown things are out there, yet it seems surreal. maybe a god could be on one of those planets or maybe the stars have been the true gods all along. It might as well be the afterlife for I have already drained my supplies. this appears to be the end of the line or rather the end of the galaxy for me. Am I approaching the edge of the universe? I've been floating for so long that I might've stumbled into a new solar system. if only I could report back to ground control. I can see my life before my eyes, everything I've loved and I despised, all shown before my eyes. for the ones I can't repay, I would say goodbye if I had just one more day, and to those who I've betrayed I'm sorry for the pain but I'm a million miles away. There's a door at the end of the universe. It's very tempting to find out what lies on the other end but my lungs may sink flat. Will people remember when I die will I be a name to be feared in history or just another casualty in the game of life? I really don't have a choice do I? Well, whoever finds this, or if anyone finds this, I hope I at-least made a worthy scientific contribution. For I will never know if my sacrifice was in vain or not.
 
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10/8/1916
I was promised to be home by Christmas. But here I am lying blind, in the trenches of Verdun. Wave after wave we come and come for the slim hope of victory but to no avail. May the gods above save my brother's soul. I lay here in the filth and flies of the trenches marching side by side. I've almost used all my rations, and it's been only a month since the war started. The artillery shells fire one after another, bombarding the trenches as the poor bastards on both sides pray for victory. I've seen the horrors after they raid the trenches, my brother's dying one after another, the bullets tear through the thin flesh like scissors cutting paper and the guts spill out like beef stew. Will he be remembered? Will I be remembered? Is this a worthy sacrifice just for a shred of land? Have the gods cursed us all? If god won't save us then who will?
Being in the fields of Verdun is an odd experience. I haven't been this far out before. If I plan on deserting, I have a long way to go. I want to go back to the good old days when I was more optimistic and hopeful of a better, quicker war. I can't help but feel a little dreadful knowing I fell for the propaganda. those lying bastards why must the people be the victim in this stupid pointless war. I just want this to be over. I want this all to be over. war war war what is it even good for. I feel stupider than before. How can this be? I fail to see how this war could benefit anyone in the end. the French might get alsace-lorraine back but that seems to be the only plus side. Why must so many die for a scrap of land? if that one guy would've just kept his gun in its holster, how different would things be? could this all be a setup? likely not. it's funny how these trenches had more thought put into them than any of the tactics used during this modern war. It's been 100 years and yet we are still using the same tactics from the crusades, the crusades that out of the 9 crusades that did happen only 3 were successful. As I'm writing this it seems that an artillery bombardment might be on its way. These Germans fire their artillery about as well as blind men can drive, and those Austrians aren't much better. there's got to be a reason for this insanity. what god did I anger for this to happen? if you are going to try to kill me with artillery at least hit me with it you blind breadsplitter. The next time I am ordered to attack the other side I will be sure to kill whoever is responsible for the artillery fire in particular. I'd rather be dosed in mustard gas than hear another missed artillery shot.

11/10/1916 I've been shot, I called for a medic, but the medic is dead. Those bastards have gassed us! My digestive system is seeping out, with the ribs tearing from the inside. I feel like I'm being split open. The shreds of muscle and tissue turn scaly, my intestines wrap around me into a sweet little bow. My guts flatten into the blood and maggot ridden trenches. I scream for my father, but he is nowhere. I spotted a soldier thinking he could help me. But instead his mouth turns inside out, and 8 sharp legs slide out of his sides. His legs pierce my comrades' side by side. His neck extends to an unholy proportion with a massive hole in his neck and tiny legs down each neck muscle. Two long thin crab legs extend from his mouth and strike my eyes. I struggle and scream to god, as he lifts me up with these demonic crab legs: God help me, please, god help me. He unsheathes his dirty blood ridden cloth mask showing an indescribably malformed mouth. Out of his mouth comes a veiny meat demon. My commander begins barking orders: "Ihr Idioten! Zurückfallen, jetzt zurückfallen!" (You idiots! Fall back, fall back now!). My commander puts this abomination to nature out of its misery. He looks at me and says "Steh privat auf! Wir müssen jetzt gehen!" (Get up private! We have to go now!) He lifts me up on his shoulder and I stumble on to the muddy dirt. "Du bist nutzlos." (You are useless.) He says as he leaves me behind to regroup with his men.
 
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