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I Smashed My Hard Drives for Years. Then I Learned I Was Hitting the Wrong Part.
In the top bunk of our college dorm, Lao Zhou rolled over, and the bed frame creaked. He said his cousin worked in the cyber police unit, and a while back they caught a hacker. The guy had pulled a job, formatted his hard drive overnight, pulled it out, driven dozens of kilometers, and thrown it into the river. The four of us lay there in the dark, the fan humming, the smell of instant noodles still hanging in the air. A decent hard drive cost over a thousand yuan back then. Lao Zhou said, “This guy really had money to burn.” Pangzi, on the lower bunk, said, “Is throwing it in the river even reliable? Doesn’t water ruin it?” Lao Zhou said, “You idiot. Water doesn’t erase data. The point is to make the disk disappear.” I said, “Then why not just smash it with a hammer?” Lao Zhou thought for a moment and said, “Yeah. That works too.”
By Jinabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
The Fairy Flag
Introduction I have been watching and enjoying the series Mythland on the BBC, and episode three is The Fairy Flag of Skye. If you have access to BBC iPlayer, you can watch it at the link below:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 days ago in Fiction
The Day Princess Diana Died
The Day Princess Diana Died I remember the day that Princess Diana died. It was 8:30 in the morning. Phil was already up, and the phone rang. It was my brother‑in‑law, Jimmy. He said, “Have you heard the news?” I was panicking, thinking, “God, what’s happened in the family?” I said, “No, what? What?” He said, “Princess Diana’s been killed in a car accident in Paris.” And I remember… I started crying. I turned to Phil and I said, “Phil, Princess Diana’s been killed in a car crash.” And he didn’t know anything. He hadn’t heard any news that morning.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Fiction
Me And The Peacock
Introduction This is for Paul's The Writer Bio and Peacock Short Story Unofficial Challenge which you can check out here: 245 Words On Me
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 19 days ago in Fiction
Fear
Introduction "Psyche and Cerberus" by Edmund Dulac is another amazing image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook: This is my story inspired by the pictures rather than the subject of the picture.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 21 days ago in Fiction
Maze
I remember falling asleep on a cold October night. Sprinting around another corner, I’m met by another gray wall. Wall after wall…an endless labyrinth.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
My Father Said Three Words About My Watch. It Took Me Five Years to Understand.
Where the Second Hand Passes I The watch shop sat on the ground floor of the mall. Too bright, almost fake. I had just started working. I wanted to buy one thing that would stay with me. In the glass cases, the dials looked like tiny stages. Some had diamonds. Some had too many functions. Some all but announced their price. I looked for a long time and stopped at a Longines Master Collection. Silver barleycorn dial. Blued steel hands. A date window. Quiet. It didn’t try to prove anything.
By Jinabout a month ago in Fiction
The Meadow and Garden
Do not plant the seeds of violence in your home, for they will never grow into the blossoms you desire. I walked with the Lord, and as I looked about me, I found myself in a meadow. He was no longer beside me. I had forgotten Him for a moment, and no more than a moment. I looked up.
By Chase McQuadeabout a month ago in Fiction
Taken Back
Introduction This is another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: "The Haunted House" by Thomas Hood can be read here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Benevolent Gardens
The was room cool and dark, but Braffion was exuding with anticipation. On his messy bed, he stared at his dresser. No, not just dresser. He stared at what was on top of the dresser.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Hotel That Remembered Everyone
The hotel had been closed for twenty-three years. So why did someone keep leaving fresh flowers outside my room? I first noticed them on a Tuesday morning, three days after checking into the Blackwood Hotel. A dozen white roses rested against my door, their petals glistening with water. Beneath them lay a small envelope bearing my name.
By Behind the Curtainabout a month ago in Fiction
Buttons
You stand in the glowing cubical: four white walls, one overhead white light, nothing colorful rainbow hues to interrupt the monotony.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction