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World in Tatters Ch. 32
The sound of the carriage rocking helps me to focus. Jason kept all this from me for five years. Why would he? It doesn’t make sense. Clearly there is more to the story. I mean…my mother is alive. All this time. All these years, and she’s been alive. How much did Jason know?
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
106 Guns, Bullets, and People: "Deducting" Them
Just because I'm a hitman doesn't mean I'll cheat the government. I follow the rules. I report all of my earnings. My victims? Let's just say they didn't follow the rules. Somebody's, anyway. They screwed up either by design or because of fecklessness, but that's not my problem. I perform a service and once rendered, I'm paid and paid well.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
105: Novel, Unidentified Interfibrillar Syncytial Virus — a Case Report
New England Journal of Medicine Case Study CASE: Chief Complaint: Syncytially adhering corpse to male patient. Present Illness: A 54-year-old mortuary assistant, grave-digger by trade, was brought to the Emergency Department by EMS. In otherwise apparent good health, he presented as an agitated man distraught over a corpse tightly adhering to his entire ventral surface--contiguous with his ventral pelvis, abdomen, and chest.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington:The Lone Trafficker
Late at night, Sate made sure he was by himself. He possessed an array of rusty guns. Their serial numbers had been scratched off and they misfired most of the time, but that’s how he liked it. The failure. The sense of accomplishing nothing. Possibly hurting his team or innocent bystanders. It didn’t matter. Just as long as he created as much mayhem as possible.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
"Into the Upside Down: Unraveling the Mystery of 'Stranger Things' Fan Theories"
Exploring the mysterious universe of "Stranger Things," where the boundary between real life and the supernatural fades, fan theories have blossomed into a realm of creativity and conjecture. From subtle hidden references to mysterious hints, audience members have meticulously analyzed each moment of the show, constructing their own interpretations and insights. Join us as we venture into the captivating domain of "Stranger Things" fan theories, where the mundane intersects with the extraordinary and nothing is quite what it appears to be.
By DeShay Murph2 years ago in Fiction
104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The gratitude garden
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Lily. Despite the constant noise and chaos that surrounded her, Lily found solace in the small garden tucked away behind her apartment building. It was a tiny oasis of tranquility amidst the urban jungle, a place where she could escape the stresses of daily life and reconnect with nature.Every morning, before the sun had fully risen, Lily would slip out of her apartment and make her way to the garden. With a watering can in hand, she would tend to the delicate flowers and lush greenery, whispering words of encouragement to each plant as if they were old friends. It was her daily ritual, a practice that brought her a sense of peace and purpose.One day, as Lily was weeding the garden, she noticed a new sprout pushing its way through the soil. It was small and fragile, barely visible among the other plants, but there was something about it that caught her eye. With gentle hands, she carefully cleared away the dirt and debris, revealing a tiny seedling with delicate leaves unfurling towards the sky.As the days passed, Lily watched in awe as the seedling grew into a beautiful sunflower, its vibrant petals turning towards the sun with each passing day. It was a sight to behold, a symbol of hope and resilience in a world filled with uncertainty. And as she stood there admiring the flower, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her.For Lily, the sunflower became a reminder of the beauty that could blossom from even the smallest of seeds. It taught her the importance of patience and perseverance, of nurturing the things that brought joy into her life. And as she tended to the garden each day, she found herself filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the simple pleasures that surrounded her.But as the seasons changed and the days grew shorter, Lily noticed a change in the garden. The once vibrant flowers began to wither and fade, their petals wilting under the weight of the approaching winter. It was a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of life, a reminder that even the most beautiful things must eventually come to an end.As she watched the garden fade into the cold embrace of winter, Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over her. But amidst the fading blooms, she also found a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found. And so, with a grateful heart, she bid farewell to the garden, knowing that come spring, it would once again burst to life in a riot of color and fragrance.Months passed, and as the snow began to melt away, Lily returned to the garden once more. To her surprise, she found that amidst the barren earth, a single sunflower had taken root, its golden petals reaching towards the sky with a defiant grace. It was a miracle, a symbol of resilience and rebirth in the face of adversity.Overwhelmed with gratitude, Lily knelt beside the sunflower and whispered words of thanks to the earth below. For in that moment, she realized that life was not just about weathering the storms, but about finding beauty and joy in the midst of them. And as she stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the sunflower, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always find solace in the simple act of gratitude.
By Eric anexis 2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: When Julisia Returned from Europe
Julisia left for Prague on a Tuesday for new shoes and to personally pick out a luxury car that didn’t convert into a tactical vehicle. TSL waved her bye as the express van zipped her to the airport. He was by himself and could still smell her on himself.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs
The rent was cheap. She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door. Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
