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Revolutionärroman
“What next?” Asked his mother calmly from her bed. “Did you bring me home to die?” She looked at her two sons and husband expectantly, wanting an answer that provided a glimmer of hope, but they had none. Finally, his father answered while his brother walked away.
Time Travel Dilemmas: Navigating the Tangled Threads of Past, Present, and Future
The allure of time travel has captivated human imagination for centuries, inspiring tales of adventure, romance, and the tantalizing possibilities of altering the course of history. But amidst the thrill of exploring the past and shaping the future lie profound ethical dilemmas that challenge our understanding of causality, free will, and the very fabric of reality.
Anthony MuthuiPublished 6 months ago in FictionMisneoverbum
Lights flashed in the night as Cathy and Alison sat drinking their Red Bulls and eating their mid-crawl snacks. “Look, look,” Alison slurred to Cathy, “ you see her?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in FictionCumbersation
May it please the Court of the Silent Cardrive Home: I shall identify myself as 'A', and your brother-in-law Mick, whom I hold responsible, as 'B':
Conor DarrallPublished 6 months ago in FictionMalacrat
Finn grabbed a newspaper off the stand and read the headline. “Sir Kensington to Dredge and Remove Debris in River.” Alina rolled her eyes. “Of course that’s on the front page today.”
Brecca MullinaxPublished 6 months ago in Fiction- Top Story - November 2023
A Treasury of New Words and Terms for Burned-Out (Adult) Children
Greetings and Welcome, language lovers. Following the Neolomicro Challenge, I was left with a lot of bizarre definitions that I thought might give some of you a chuckle. These are the offcuts that I ran out of time / inclination to pursue. I hope you enjoy them, and that they can be the start of a glorious new dictionary for these beleaguered times.
Conor DarrallPublished 6 months ago in Fiction They Shall Not Grow Old
“In Flanders’ Fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,” -0- With a piercing shriek the whistle blew, the sound that haunted Sister Margret’s every moment. Waking or sleeping she could hear that deadly sound, and just behind it the screams. Roars of men thundering over the top, wails as bullets took them, cries of terror as their well-trained feet carried them forward, towards the only hope of survival.
Alexander McEvoyPublished 6 months ago in FictionSneezart
“Ah-chooo” I sneezed followed by Brrruuuppahssshhhh, which created a deafening silence throughout the office. I hoped no one heard it or at least no one would acknowledge it.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 6 months ago in FictionAromescence
She affected me like atmospheric pressure at first, almost a tickle behind the ears and heart. 14 years since we had met in person. Our odd-hours, online reconnection as much a dissociated dream as a reality; as much a theosophical possibility as a tangible life-path. A concept instead of a thing.
Conor DarrallPublished 6 months ago in FictionFacts reflected from broken mirrors.
When Ela stood in front of the broken mirror in the early hours of the morning, she raised her eyes with a deep sigh. The face in the mirror was becoming more alien every day. Each day since the death of her husband Ahmet had become a heavier burden than the previous one. "You again?" he murmured, but not even the silence returning from the mirror was kind enough to console him.
~ Mikail ~Published 6 months ago in FictionLet the Hunt...Begin
Rox Kasker readied his hunters for their tactical mission inside of the well stocked armory of their slave ship. Their party of seven was a diverse mixture of Gungan, Human, Zabrak and two assassin droids, TT-77 and IG-96. Xila had recruited them over the past five years while she hunted, smuggled and extracted hundreds of force-sensitive beings ranging from child to adult.
Reparaction Now!
"Seized? How?!" Pi's elf-like face was a mix of shock and grief. I wondered at their capacity for emotion, still so immense after all we'd seen. It filled me with... something. Pity? Envy? They ran a tattooed hand through their already tousled mop-top (the mischievous wisps of which were an electrifying periwinkle blue today) and stared at the boarded up building that had evolved from a part-time job into our second home: Dean's Video by day, Reparaction Now! by night. We thought we were changing the world. We must've been... If we hadn't, Dean's would probably still be here.