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Time Travel Mystery
In his dimly lit laboratory, Dr. Samuel Watts sat alone amid a jumble of papers, gadgets, and coffee cups. He had been obsessed with a single idea for years: Time traveling Only he could decipher the intricate equations and diagrams that covered the walls of his laboratory. The "Chromosphere," the culmination of his life's work, stood in the center of the room. It had a surface that shimmered and seemed to be vibrating with energy, and it was a sleek, metallic sphere about the size of a basketball.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Fiction
The Life Story of a Squirrel In English . Content Warning.
The Tail of Pip A Squirrel's Chronicle The world was a haze of stirring leaves and dappled daylight when Pip initially aired out an eye. Brought into the world in the core of a transcending oak, settled among his kin in a comfortable drey, his reality was the glow of fur and the encouraging fragrance of his mom, Hazel. The initial not many weeks were a tornado of bungling efforts to nurture, fun loving nips at his kin, and the stifled hints of the backwoods separating through the woven twigs of their home. One bright evening, a bedlam of tweets and invigorated chitters drew Pip's consideration. His mom, vigorous and smooth, pushed him towards the opening. Dread, a basic intuition, beat through him as he looked at the bewildering dip under. Be that as it may, the commitment of experience was compelling. He made a conditional stride, his minuscule paws scrabbling for buy on the unpleasant bark. The world shifted, his heart pounded, however a flood of invigoration washed over him as he crawled forward. The woodland floor was a disclosure. Oak seeds, stout and brown, littered the ground, a gala for inquisitive eyes. In any case, risk snuck as well. A stir in the undergrowth sent Pip scrambling up a close by tree, his ragged tail jerking with apprehensive energy. A bird of prey, with wings the shade of tempest mists, flying above, its puncturing look creeping him out.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Ella. Content Warning.
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard; Discovery; Pursuit; Jason Remembers; Reverb;
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
159 You've Just Entered the Fight-or-Flight Zone
Adrenaline prepares us, biochemically, to fight or run away, two crucial options that made possible our species' survival: Pupils constrict to better focus on our peril. Our heart rate increases for more oxygen to our muscles, so we can use them on-the-fly (to fight or to run). Hair stands on edge, making us look bigger and more threatening, harkening back to when size mattered.Blood pressure rises, delivering more stroke volume to our muscles; gut circulation decreases, allowing more blood for the musculoskeletal system.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
158 In'genda: an Invisible Agenda Within an Agenda
"I want to start this meeting," she greeted, "by saying you have absolutely no credibility with me." "Oh." I stammered, no mid-course correction to offer. "Is the meeting over, then? I thought I had a right to this meeting once an investigation had begun."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
157 — It All Adds Up: (94% + 6%) ÷ 100% = Me
THE DATA: 94% of people self-report being above average.6% of people self-report they are below average, but are above average in self-reporting. The 94% of people self-reporting to be above average are actually below average in self-reporting.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
