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The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
"The Vanishing of Amelia Thompson:
In the peaceful town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and thick backwoods, a creepy secret had perplexed specialists and local people the same. The riddle spun around the unexpected and illogical vanishing of a young lady named Amelia Thompson. Her story started as a normal story of a promising life, however it took a dull turn that left everybody befuddled.
By sumit choudhary3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 10
"Try!" Shanna heard a voice in her head. It kept repeating that one word. Most of her Wednesday had been spent on the same old typical daily tasks that she had grown comfortable with. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing especially impressive or remarkable. She had put on an old movie. One that she had watched several times already. She just couldn't get bored with that one. It was so well done. It was like listening to one of her favorite songs. "Try!" the voice demanded again. She took a deep breath and got out of the big leather chair on wheels in front of the big wooden desk.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Amazing Adventure of Ava. Content Warning.
Ava had always been fascinated by stories of magical beings and mystical kingdoms. She had read every book on fantasy she could get her hands on, and spent countless hours daydreaming about what it would be like to be transported to a world beyond her own. So when she stumbled upon an old, dusty book in the attic of her grandparent's house, she couldn't believe her luck. The book was titled "The Fae Kingdom: A Guide to the Land of Enchantment," and it was filled with stories and illustrations of a world beyond her wildest dreams.
By Khurram Jutt3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 9
The air conditioners were on all day in the condo. Usually, the small bedroom was ice cold from the unit running in the bedroom window, but the past few days Shanna noticed that the room wasn't at the usual coldness. The living room unit was still keeping that room very cold. So cold that she wore a sweater when she was inside. The outside was totally opposite. The temperature outside was in the high 90s on most summer days, and Shanna was miserable in that heat. She couldn't breath well, she hated sweating, and she didn't like stripping her clothing off because her soft fat was exposed to the skinny minded world's criticisms. Any summer in Florida, was just a hybernation period. A long six month stretch beginning in April and finally ending at the end of September. A miserable long stretch of unbearable heat and tolerating annoying body shaming criticisms. Shanna couldn't even find an affordable bathing suit she liked. The current prices for nice bathing suits were up to $50. She just counted the days until October. Once October arrived, the quality of her life would begin to improve. She knew that many people in the North felt this way about Winter. They thought that Florida was so perfect. They hated the long six month stretch of cold weather forcing them to wear coats and hats and scarves and gloves --- Forcing them to scrape ice off of their car windsheilds --- Forcing them to hybernate inside where it was warm and safe from icy accidents. She knew how many thought. "The grass is always greener..." she whispered to herself, "But one day, I'm going to be a Snow Bird. I'm going to live in the South from October to April, and in the North from May to September. Then I will have the best of both worlds. One day it will happen. Some day. Some day."
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Celestial Breeze
In a forgotten corner of the world, nestled between towering peaks and lush valleys, lay a secluded village known as Havenbrook. Its residents lived simple lives, tending to their fields and gardens, and cherishing the bonds of community. Yet, beneath the tranquil surface, an ancient secret awaited discovery, one that would forever change the fate of Havenbrook and its inhabitants.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
Aelar's Legacy Unveiled
In the time before time, when the world was young and the stars shone with a brilliant intensity, there existed a realm known as Aetheria. Aetheria was a place of boundless magic and wonder, where the laws of nature were fluid and malleable. It was home to a pantheon of powerful gods and goddesses, each possessing their own unique domains and abilities.Among these deities was Aelar, the God of Creation. Aelar was known for his boundless creativity and imagination, crafting magnificent worlds and creatures with a mere thought. Yet, he yearned for something more, a creation that would embody the very essence of his being, a creation that would forever carry his legacy through the ages.For countless eons, Aelar pondered and experimented, weaving together the threads of magic and life essence that comprised the fabric of Aetheria. He sought to create a realm that would encapsulate the beauty, complexity, and fragility of existence itself. And so, he set about the grandest undertaking of his divine existence.Aelar summoned his siblings and fellow deities to witness his creation. The skies darkened as thunder rumbled and lightning crackled, heralding the momentous event. Aelar's siblings gathered in a circle, their auras intertwining to form a powerful barrier that would contain the burgeoning creation. With a flourish of his outstretched hand, Aelar breathed life into his masterpiece.At once, the realm of Elysium sprang forth. It was a world of unparalleled wonder, a land where mountains stretched to touch the heavens and rivers flowed with liquid silver. Lush forests teemed with creatures of unimaginable beauty, while towering cities of crystal and light dotted the landscape. A sun and moon hung in the sky, casting their radiant glow upon this new world.As the gods marveled at Elysium's splendor, they noticed something peculiar: a single, radiant flower standing alone in the heart of the realm. Its petals shimmered with the colors of the rainbow, and its fragrance wafted through the air, carrying with it a sense of profound awe and serenity. Aelar approached the flower, his heart swelling with pride at the culmination of his efforts.He named it the "Aelorian Blossom," a name that would forever be etched in the annals of divine history. The blossom, he explained to his kin, represented the culmination of his creativity, his essence, and his desire to share the magic of creation with the world. It was a symbol of the beauty and fragility of life, a reminder that even the most wondrous things could be fleeting.The gods were awed by Aelar's creation and his wisdom in choosing the Aelorian Blossom to symbolize his legacy. They vowed to protect and nurture Elysium, allowing it to flourish and evolve over the mi
By OfficialMrKowope283 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Roswell Incident
Introduction In the realm of mysterious events and unexplained phenomena, few stories captivate the imagination as much as the Roswell incident. This enigmatic event has been the subject of countless debates, conspiracy theories, and investigations, fueling the curiosity of truth-seekers and skeptics alike. In this documentary, we embark on a journey to delve into the array of stories, conspiracies, and supposed facts that have stemmed from this major event. We'll backtrack to understand the history and lead-up to the bombshell account that occurred just two years after World War II ended, before delving into the events that played out during the age of hysteria and the enduring fallout of conspiracy theories that persist to this very day. Join us as we attempt to shed more light on the story that gripped the world then and now – the Roswell incident.
By Stella Oehtam3 years ago in Fiction
