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NEVERMORE
It’s been three years since Lenore left. Edgar finally feels completely disconnected, with absolutely no love in his heart for her.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionThe Lottery of Second Chances
The Lottery of Second Chances The sterile white walls of the Allocation Center hummed with a low, constant thrum. Anya gripped the worn leather armrest, her knuckles white. Unlike the nervous flutter before the usual lottery, this time, a cold dread coiled in her gut. Today's lottery wasn't for houses or vacations; it was for a second chance.
Abdul QayyumPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionThe Hidden Pitfalls of Writing Productivity. What Authors Won't Tell You
All authors tell you that you should write, write, write. But what they don't often tell you is the downside to all of that writing.
Elise L. BlakePublished about 4 hours ago in WritersDeep memories are tangled words
Because of the sleepiness of the entire day, I some way or another spread two pages of the paper and set down on the gallery of the film lobby of Abhisar close to Shapla. Numerous siblings were as yet alert in little knot out and about. There were no stars overhead. The encompassing structures are like Nijhumpuri. It's late around evening time, and it's office space. Subsequently, the structures can be supposed to be abandoned. A light line of light was emerging through the glass of the window. The mic was coming from the Shapler stage. I didn't see when the two eyes fell into a condition of rest.
Yahya MahmudPublished about 4 hours ago in ChaptersGearhaven Chronicles
In the heart of Gearhaven, a sprawling metropolis where the clanking of gears harmonized with the hiss of steam, lived Alistair Flint. He was not merely an inventor but a dreamer, whose nimble fingers danced across intricate gears and whose mind teemed with unquenchable curiosity. His workshop, cluttered with remnants of past creations, was a sanctuary where his imagination took flight.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionMy heart vs My brain
The war between my heart and my brain, Is a relentless struggle, a ceaseless refrain. In the domain of my heart, emotions run wild, crazy
Alecia HarriottPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsMy Fire
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
D. J. ReddallPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsHororComedy
In the sleepy town of Rivertown, where nothing much ever happened, there lived two unlikely friends named Sam and Alex. Sam was the town's resident horror enthusiast, always eager to explore abandoned buildings and spooky forests in search of thrills. Alex, on the other hand, was the class clown, armed with a never-ending arsenal of jokes and pranks to keep everyone entertained.
What is Vacuum Casting: Definition, Process, and Advantages
By pulling liquified material into molds via vacuum pressure, vacuum casting delivers refined prototypes, representations, and low-volume pieces. Unlike injection molding, which positively thrusts the material, vacuum casting synergizes vacuum suction to draw feedstock deeply into every mold embrasure, helping reproduce tight specifications and blemish-free outputs absent air pockets. The process offers several advantages over other techniques. It is commonly used for applications requiring visual prototypes, market testing, concept proofs, and limited production runs.
Calling Moscow - 25
This conversation happened on May 7, 2024, the day Vladimir Putin was inaugurated as Russia's President for the 5th term ending in 2030 and Donald Trump had to sit through Stormy Daniels' testimony during his hush money trial.
Lana V LynxPublished about 5 hours ago in The SwampHeads or Tales
He sits there and he looks at my tear-stained face, and he reaches across and wipes some of the moisture away, smiling at me almost tenderly, but with lost eyes, in a face marred with dirt and twisted by evil.
Karen CavePublished about 5 hours ago in HorrorGrief Is Fucking Stupid.
It doesn't make any sense, not even to the people who have been through it. I don't feel like eating even if I should. Food has no taste, there is no desire.