Tyler C Douglas
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The Animal Instinct
The Animal Instinct Jedidiah Theodore Heston wakes up suddenly in the middle of a tropical forest. He looks all around to see he is alone or at least appears to be. The man closes his eyes and clenches every muscle in his body. Before too long, his nose turns into a pig's nose, and he starts taking great whiffs of the area around him. Foragers use pigs and dogs for hunting down rare truffle mushrooms, so Jedidiah, Jed for short, figured it was the best option to emulate to see if he could smell anybody nearby. A scent-based search yielded no other humans but a lot of interesting smells.
By Tyler C Douglas3 years ago in Geeks
Unlearning Shame During the Pandemic
In the United States, there are far fewer shames as great and powerful as the shame of being unemployed or 'not living up to your potential.' If you're unemployed, you're lazy or immoral tends to be the general notion around the concept. I have encountered this overbearing sensation of shame from the people in my life twice. Once after my first place of work shut down, the owners were tired of keeping it open for very little to no gain. I spent about two months feeling miserable that I was unemployed. From my family to my friends, I thought everyone thought less of me because I wasn't going to a job and contributing to some ethereal ideal of work. Eventually, I found a job at a restaurant where a few of my friends worked. Four years later, I suddenly found myself at the familiar ground of unemployment again, and once again, something out of my control: The Covid-19 Pandemic.
By Tyler C Douglas3 years ago in Confessions
First Date During The Apocalypse
Victor hides in an alleyway. The young man peaks his head around the corner to survey the area around his destination. A relatively untouched supermarket sits off in the distance. In his line of sight, he can see dozens of abandoned cars littering the streets between him and his destination. Some are just waiting patiently in parallel parking spots for owners who will never return, some are stopped at intersections with their doors wide open and abandoned, and others are unceremoniously plowed into the sides of buildings, onto sidewalks, and turned over every which way.
By Tyler C Douglas3 years ago in Futurism