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- Top Story - November 2023
Our Mother of Mercy
Seventh Month Seven months had passed since Oliver was institutionalized. In all that time, Isabella had not come to visit once. While pretending not to care about it, the truth was that he resented her for it. Other patients had visitors regularly. Julie wasn't one of those who got visitors, though.
Hell According to Oliver
'I should have just rented a room or something... Bell wouldn't have found me that way...' Oliver could not help but wonder what he could've done to avoid this outcome. This outcome being his present situation, a patient resident in the Our Mother of Mercy mental institution. 'Why does she always have to but-in my business? Everything could've been over, but now, because of her, I have to live this... this hell...'
From Despair to Bliss
While I was deployed, I had all sorts of brushes with death. It was only natural since war would bring death to either you or your adversaries or both. But amid all the chaos and carnage throughout those years, I met someone who changed my life forever.
The Night I Learned We're Not Alone
This is the story of the night when I first noticed that the ones who insist on saying, "We're not alone in the universe," may actually be on to something. I don't know for sure what it was that I saw that night. Not knowing for sure was undoubtedly way more frightening than one would think.
The Mage is a Menace
"Ignis Pila!" As he uttered this spell, a ball of flame appeared from out of thin air, propelling itself toward his target. His target was an ogre-like creature with three heads and four arms. These creatures were three times the size of an average human. If that wasn't enough to scare anyone away, besides the fact that the foulest stench permeated the environment whenever one of them was nearby (which got exponentially worse when they opened their mouths), these three-headed ogres ate humans. The younger ones would eat a man raw the moment they caught one. The more experienced monsters liked boiling people in a peculiar broth, which made any human pass out upon smelling it.
He did it again. His attempt failed, but he still made the attempt. He did it without thinking about how it would make his sister feel... without batting an eye as to whether his mother would've died of heartbrokenness. He just went ahead and slit his wrists, lay in the bathtub, and hoped to die.
Sticks and Stones
His bloodied, trembling hands had the skin of his knuckles peeled off. Emmet was a nice guy. Polite to his neighbors, a law-abiding citizen that never had any run-ins with law enforcement; his wife thought of him as someone with the perfect balance between boring routine and adventurous excitement. It's hard to say what she meant by that exactly. She was going to surprise him with the news that she was expecting. She was two months in, apparently. After eight years of marriage, they believed that they were ready to add someone else to their world.
"Shut the hell up!" she shouted in a hysterical frenzy. Margo couldn't understand why her best friend was suddenly yelling at the top of her lungs with a deranged look, having a complete nervous breakdown. All the people around them noticed the show. It was killing everyone's vibe. No one lifted a finger to help or even show empathy to the distressed young woman, though. People went to nightclubs to party, not to be inconvenienced by weirdos.