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YNs— Molecular. Content Warning.
2016 A seabag full of uniforms and other items related to life on a float with the United States Navy found its way into Mekela’s green Toyota Rav 4. She at twenty-two years old prepared for the six month excursion to Southeast Asia on a boat. In the morning, she would be shipping out to embark on adventures. In a single night, she had to make sales. To bulk up her mattress money, she hit the Wilmington, Delaware streets with a purpose. She strolled alone, not caring what anyone would say. She carried a knapsack full of molly.
By Skyler Saunders6 months ago in Fiction
Wobbling
Start at the beginning and read the entire series! Click the link below: The tick of the clock on the wall kept rhythm for the gurgling bubbles that periodically rose to the top of the fish tank in the corner of the otherwise silent waiting room. Helen, grateful for the rare moment of quiet, sat in a comfortable armchair and sank deep into the novel she had brought with her. She couldn't help feeling a little annoyed when the nurse called her name and she had to pause the story.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 months ago in Fiction
Andreas Szakacs on Michael: An Actor’s Reflection on Legacy, Performance, and Emotion
As an actor, I didn’t approach this film as a historian or critic. I approached it as someone trying to understand performance, emotion, and the weight of becoming a legend. And in that sense, the film offers more questions than answers.
By Andreas szakacs6 months ago in Fiction
Effie & Simon
Don't get too excited, I'm just re-publishing this one! +++++ Continued from Simon's journals When my mother was pregnant with Effie, I don't remember her having to go into hospital much. Only for, what I imagine were routine appointments (from which she always emerged smiling). And then of course, for the birth itself.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Serpent
In the heart of a vast jungle where sunlight barely touched the ground, there ruled a lion known by all creatures as the King. His golden mane shone like fire under the morning sun, and his roar echoed through the valleys like thunder. Every animal, from the smallest rabbit to the tallest deer, knew the rules of the jungle—when the King spoke, silence followed.
By hassan khan6 months ago in Fiction
