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Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Best TV Shows to Watch
The manner in which we consume our media has seen a key change in perspective throughout the past ten years. It occurred in steady advances — TiVo, VOD, the ascent of streaming organizations; those advances and a lot more are essential moves toward rebuilding the manner in which we approach serialized narrating designs. Simultaneously came the ascent of cell phone and tablet culture, and the open door that comes when a great many people have a screen before their countenances for most of their waking hours. Normally, not long after came the ascent of marathon watching.
By Danilo Krin4 years ago in Fiction
Stinking Black Fuzz and the Shoes
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was the only window in the whole apartment – a seven-hundred square foot box with only three distinct rooms (living room and kitchenette all-in-one, bathroom, and bedroom), devoid of natural light save for a small window next to an old, sunken twin-sized bed.
By Skylar Callahan4 years ago in Fiction
Escape from the Cooinda Cycle: Part Three
I was surprised when I looked at my watch, and rekindled with energy to make it through the last time here, I quickly left the area and used the staff code to exit the back door towards the bins. I enjoyed the small amount of time in relative calm while doing the bins and did not rush back, but slowly made my way back down to The Gypsy’s room.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Escape from the Cooinda Cycle: Part One
“I've been looking for freedom, Since I left my home town, I've been looking for freedom,” I was singing along as loud as I could clapping where I could without losing control of the vehicle. As the song came to its crescendo, I belted out the final line in time with The Hoff.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
