Cassandra Norton
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Notifications are hastily swept aside in endless pursuit of seamless distraction. Social media induced amnesia. The absence shocks, as so many lost chargers cannot. Missing links to the greater consciousness, there is no energy to spare rekindling inner lights, no WiFi connections available, no likes, no friend requests. Eventually, no data and so, this cyclical circuitry leads only to more buffering.
By Cassandra Norton3 years ago in Poets
Son of a Nightmare
If you're reading this, my name's Lyell and, though I'm almost ashamed to admit it, I'm a unicorn. People nowadays hear that and, immediately, there are certain ideas that come to mind. To clarify things, I don't sparkle, I don't shit rainbows, and I am as masculine as a pile of highly combustible bacon playing poker while driving a tank.
By Cassandra Norton3 years ago in Petlife
Losing Time
His eyes flick to the clock for the third time in 5 minutes. 4:22, He gets off work in one hour and 38 minutes. He will then walk to his apartment, arriving at about 6:55. It's a long walk. It will then take him 8 to 23 minutes to find the $47 he hid over a month ago. He needs $60.
By Cassandra Norton3 years ago in Psyche
Patient PsyX08
It’s family dinner one moment, and the next, she's in the room. Blinding lights glare with disdain at her naked form firmly belted to the stainless steel operating table. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the equipment; all a pristine, screaming white. It is all perfectly in sync with the artificial sterility which one only, always, finds in hospitals. She wonders how they keep the blood from staining it.
By Cassandra Norton3 years ago in Horror