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This is Your Heart; This is Your Heart on Drugs. Any Questions?

20th May, Story #142/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished 26 days ago 3 min read

Dad was one of the first to try this range of drugs. It was an accident, of course. Lot's of world changing discoveries are, aren't they?

He tells the story often, how he missed lectures because he was stuck floating on the ceiling in his dorm.

His face softens when he tells it, there's a grin there trying to break free. It was a funny memory. But his eyes darken, too. This moment was the end of one part of his life, and the start of another.

It could've gone one of two ways. Either it could have been deemed too experimental, too risky, and shut down. Or dollar signs could have kerchinged in certain people's eyes, and the new drug marketed as recreational.

They always kerching.

The abilities manifested differently for other people. One guy became invisible for a few hours. Another got superhuman strength. One of the girls in his Economics class tried it, and she lost all capability to feel pain for several weeks. Another didn't think anything had happened at all, but it had increased her concentration. She passed every exam with almost 100%. It was deemed cheating, and all those achievements were stripped away.

What no one realised at the time was that the drugs were addictive, and almost everyone who tried them went back to get a second dose. Almost everyone who went back became addicted long term.

The other thing no one realised was that they caused mutations over time, and these were passed down to the next generation. I should've had an older brother. He was born without bones. He didn't live long.

So when dad tells the story with mixed feelings, I hear it in just the same way. He scratches at the flakes on his skin, and I put my heavy hand over his frail one.

"Dad," I tell him. "Don't."

I try not to feel angry about what he did, what he consigned me to. He made the choice years before I was even conceived. It's not fair to blame him.

But that's just it. It's not fair.

The stone has reached my elbow now. How long will it take to reach my heart?

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Word count: (excluding author's note): 366

Submitted on: 20th May at 22.35

*Quick Author's Note*

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  • Cathy holmes22 days ago

    This was really. "Kerching" would never occur to me as a word to use, but it's perfect. Also, sad ending and as for the brother, I'm imaging a blob.

  • Murali23 days ago


  • "Dad," I tell him. "Don't." Haha.

  • Hannah Moore25 days ago

    Isnt there an inherited condition in which your muscles kind of do this. Not literally, but functionally? Or have I dreamt it.

  • Dana Crandell25 days ago

    Well, those are side effects I haven't experienced from any of my past medications. Maybe I should start signing up for those trials. 😂

  • Sadly this kind of thing happens.... without the super powers. Well written LC!

  • Joe O’Connor25 days ago

    This sounds so fascinating, especially how it affects everyone differently. This line hit hard though - "Or dollar signs could have kerchinged in certain people's eyes, and the new drug marketed as recreational." - because isn't that the truth!

  • Hahahahahhahahahhaha the brother being born without bones made me laugh!

  • John Cox25 days ago

    This is an amazing story, LC. It's like your imagination is on steroids!

  • Caroline Craven25 days ago

    Yikes. I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to try those drugs! This was great. Another follow up?

  • Lana V Lynx26 days ago

    Fascinating and gripping, I wonder what that drug is and if its effects are individual.

  • Lamar Wiggins26 days ago

    I would definitely try, I mean never try that drug. Although I would be curious as to the effects they would have since it seems they are different for everyone.

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