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Mr. Murder Tree. Content Warning.
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees origin story Long before I was known as Mr. Murder Tree, I was known as Muata, The Mighty Oak. This was a name given to me by a Miwok named Honon. Even though his name meant bear, I called him The Yellow Jacket catcher, and he called me the same when he gave me my name. Before him, I had no name.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Cheese Stands Alone
Have you ever heard of the saying, “The Cheese Stands Alone”? It is a true statement. I am a living example of it. By the way, my name is Cheese. Well, my real name is Matthew Limburg. But with a name like Limburg, how can you not grow up with the nickname, Cheese? It’s a name I got back in grade school at it stuck. While I could be having a blast with my friends, the Cheese really does stand alone. Before I go into details, and I will get to them, let me first tell you who all was involved.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Monday. Top Story - March 2024.
“Next!” She did not mean to shout, but she knew what the morning would be like. The people waiting in line would be buying stamps, picking up packages, check post office boxes, etc…and then buying whatever groceries they could find in the drugstore before heading to the café or the metro. The day they decided to put her job in the middle of the brightness of a drugstore was the day she should have quit. But she was still here, after the move, wearing the uniform that indicated some level of responsibility and experience.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Lavena's Sacrifice
"Why are there so many of them?" she screamed. "You tell me, you're the one who called them here." Lavena turned her head to the night sky. Moonlight flooded in through the observatory's roof. The stars in the sky had doubled, but Lavena knew the new lights were not distant balls of burning gas.
By Bradley Ramsey3 years ago in Fiction
Insight's Burden
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, resided Emily. She was an ordinary woman in appearance, her gentle demeanor and warm smile often making her a welcomed presence among her neighbors. But Emily harbored a secret—a gift that set her apart from the rest of the world. She could read minds.
By Sahil Lathwal3 years ago in Fiction
Your life is in control of matrix !
we humans always think that we control our life, but the reality is far different then we think. As we observe that everything around us is part of machine or a fully functional machine. we humans now start losing our ability of work.
By Pratik Londhe3 years ago in Fiction
What If the Wooly Rhino Never Went Extinct?
If you entered your preferred fast food establishment and found woolly rhinoceros on the menu instead of chicken or beef burgers, it might not sound appealing now. However, thousands of years ago, our ancestors relied on the Woolly Rhino for sustenance. The Woolly Rhino has been extinct for over 14,000 years, but today, we are considering bringing it back. What would our world look like if the Woolly Rhino still existed today? Would there be a threat to you and your loved ones, or would humans hunt them for Rhino burgers? Let's explore the possibilities of a world where the Woolly Rhino never went extinct. Get ready for an adventure into the wintry world of the Woolly Rhino. These massive creatures lived during the mid-Pleistocene epoch around 2 million years ago, alongside other animals like the Woolly Mammoth, Saiga Antelope, and bison. The Woolly Rhino survived multiple ice ages, including the last one, before going extinct 14,000 years ago. Standing at about 2 meters tall, these rhinos were comparable in height to an NBA basketball player, but could reach lengths of 3 to 5 meters, similar to a large canoe. Imagine encountering a Woolly Rhino blocking your path on the way to school or work - it would certainly cause delays! Weighing up to 2700 kg, these creatures were heavy and would require a team of strong individuals to move them. Their long, sharp horns were used for foraging in the snow-covered regions of Northern Asia and Europe. Despite unintentionally causing punctures, these horns were essential for accessing vegetation.
By zamai mate3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Missed Opportunties
In a hidden valley, nestled amongst ancient trees, lived two doves named Pip and Pop. They were inseparable companions, their feathers reflecting the morning sun as they soared effortlessly through the clear blue sky. But lately, a shadow of worry has fallen upon their routine. The once lively stream that gurgled by their nest had dwindled to a mere trickle. Each passing day brought anxiety as the water level dipped lower.
By Monnade Mixoum3 years ago in Fiction
