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Gluten Is What Makes This Nation Stick Together. Top Story - November 2023.
In Hoboken New Jersey, Felix lied to his wife Luna that he was going out only to pick up the sandwiches. Luna was very patriotic about wanting to eat sandwiches for lunch. He knew her preferences well. In the three or four years since they had been married, he couldn’t remember a time when they had ever argued about anything. Next year, they even planned to make a baby.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
Rudolph the Ostracized
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. A beloved classic Christmas tale / song. Listen to the story overall. It is a lesson in morality. It is a warning about treating others badly only to discover that you now need that individual to avert a disaster. Still, how close was it to Rudolph becoming the perpetrator of a disaster?
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of Area 51: Unraveling Myths and Realities. Content Warning.
Introduction: Greetings, fellow enthusiasts of the unexplained! Today, let's embark on a comprehensive journey through the mysterious realms of Area 51, the infamous U.S. military facility nestled in the heart of the Nevada desert. From UFO sightings to government conspiracies, Area 51 has been shrouded in secrecy and speculation for decades. In this article, we'll delve into its enigmatic history, separating fact from fiction and exploring the enduring fascination that surrounds this clandestine location.
By React Wizards3 years ago in Fiction
Are you sending Santa or Satan a Christmas letter?
"Satan, you have extra mail today" Said this grumpy creature with an attitude while sliding the mail on Satans desk. "Yes, indeed I do. Isn't it Christmas time around now?" Satan growled annoyed. "These kids need to learn how to spell Santa correctly." Satan said rolling his eyes while sitting in his throne made of fire. Though, you may think Satan hates Christmas time, he actaully has his own way of celebrating. He even tends to decorate a bit of his office and the torture chambers. Though, he does hate having to read so much mail especially around this time since many kinds tend to misspell "Santa" for "Satan"
By Alexsandra Castrillon3 years ago in Fiction
The Thing About Evolution
The thing about evolution is, it only works when it has to, and once people realized that, really realized it, that shut up the Creationists for once and for all because people realized that if slowly needing to alter one’s physiology meant slowly doing so, then quickly, etc etc, and so people began forcing themselves to quickly evolve by putting themselves into extreme danger.
By Briane Pagel3 years ago in Fiction
Flabbusted
Things had been moving fast. From the moment she had mistakenly grabbed his trolley and taken it to the checkout, and he had breathlessly chased after her, bringing up the rear with her trolly in tow to explain the mix-up, there had been an explosive attraction.
By Michèle Nardelli3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
Of all the times of the year to break up, Valentine's Day was undoubtably the worst. Coming a close second, however, was right before Christmas. Tis the season when everyone is scrambling to finish their workload before the shut-down, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and mope over a tub of ice-cream, and you kept getting messages from family asking whether your new ex- would be joining you for the holiday. Didn't really put you in the mood of holiday cheer, peace, and goodwill toward men.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of Tomorrow
In the year 2157, the world stood at the precipice of a new era. The once-bustling cities now gleamed with a harmonious blend of nature and technology. The skyscrapers of old had transformed into verdant spires, seamlessly integrated with the lush landscapes that stretched for miles around. This was the culmination of a vision that had been conceived centuries ago, in the early 21st century, a time when humanity dared to reimagine the past's vision of the future.
By Muhammed Ismail3 years ago in Fiction
Itchimekilieloo
I listened to her feet treading upstairs. She nudged the half open door as she walked in a haste. She intrigued me skillfully ,which in turn, made me probe her most perennially. Simply reinforcing this status quo, I followed her around with drift quickness. And so on and so forth, I got nicknamed as a “digger,” and she got celebrated well as a “tripper ,” most candidly for her brisk movements.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Fiction
