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Pack Animals
Had the oppressive heat not choked his throat, he'd have yelped for help. No help would have come. He'd have blistered his shrill vocal chords at the risk of collapsing his graying lungs, if given half a chance. Instead he gasped for air amid fits of silent anger.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: That Kind of Deal. Content Warning.
She looked outside the window and hummed. Birds sang their sweet song as she rubbed. She cooed, too. TSL snored. She rubbed. Her body shook like she had the chills. Then, she relaxed. A yawn rose up in her throat. She sighed. She sprang from the bed completely naked and showered.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Car Wash
By massaging his temples, Sate felt a sense of what he was doing had no moral justification. He did it for the pure hellish conditions of the practice. He used steel balls and grips to relax his nerves. The faint screams of the women in captivity rankled him. He shut his steel door. Now, it felt like a steel trap. He looked at his shelves and noticed he had plenty of trophies. Amongst the debris of pictures littering the space, he had captured locks of hair, tampons, panties, and the occasional cigarette lighter.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
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 Barkman3 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 DiLeo3 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 DiLeo3 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 Saunders3 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 Murph3 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 DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
