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Glen Woods

Storyteller,fighter,Brain tumor survivor, ironman, judo black belt. You’ll find my fiction, poems, and reflections,tales of wolves, warriors, and the hidden truths that shape us.

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Jul 24, 2026
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  1. Issue · Jul 24, 2026

    Dr Sharp (opens the original)

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    Dr. Kenyon Sharp looked around at the men facing him."How did you end up here?" he asked.One of the men gave a bitter laugh."They feared us."Silence settled over the room before he continued."First they needed us. So they created us. But when the danger passed, we became the danger. They locked us in here and made us kill each other."Dr. Sharp slowly shook his head."How many of you are left?"The tall man with the scar across his face answered."There used to be hundreds."His eyes drifted across t

  2. Issue · Jul 18, 2026

    Clarity (opens the original)

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    Fast upon me as smoke and dust fill the air, you attack in unison, your violent intentions unleashed.Blood already pounding in my ears, I watch the fight unfold. In slow motion, every violent blow finds its mark.Every detail is vivid. Each second stretches into a day. Every sensation is startlingly clear.How can I achieve this clarity of purpose, this perfection of focus? How is it possible to enter this state? Can I stay here a little longer?

  3. Issue · Jul 15, 2026

    Carried Alone (opens the original)

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    I’ve awakened here alone.I don’t know what got me hereor where I’ve come from.I only know that I’ve traveled far and alonebecause no one is willing to travel at my side.At least not for long.The shadows grow deep as the sun sets low.The temperature plummets, and the air grows cold.The sun of midday is burning and bright,its rays bearing relentlessly down from on high.The night’s cold ground, or the day’s sandy grit?The snakes and scorpions?The flies and the ticks?The unbearable loads over treach

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