Series
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
Lilith's Blessing 5
5. The world spun around him, gasping for air as water filled his lungs. Trevor flailed and kicked, trying to reach the surface. But the churning mass of muddy water and debris pushed him deeper into its depths. He jolted awake, drenched in sweat and disoriented.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break; Chapter 7
I sit on the edge of the wagon, watching the men. Some relax by the fire while others stand about. I know more are milling about out of sight. True to his word, the man I had spoken with the other day who I had to assume was the leader hadn't locked me in the trunk again. Part of me hates how easily sitting silently and avoiding trouble comes. Years of practice had made it second nature.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
