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A Chain Is As Weak
I was very uneasy about the new guy. He was neurospicy. That, in itself, is certainly not a bad thing – I’m neuroseasoned myself, and my husband is definitely ensconced in the Scoville Unit area of neurospicy – but there are certain combos that scream Will Not Survive in a Post-Apocalyptal Environment.
By Meredith Harmon9 days ago in Fiction
The House That Rebuilds Itself
When Zain and his family moved into the old house, the agent gave them a strange warning. “If anything looks different in the morning,” he said, forcing a smile, “just… don’t question it.”
By Salman Writes10 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: part 5
That was all, I welcome the new employees, I hope you a good journey with us and thank you.That was the speech given by Mr Tommy Shine, a deep speech and a special face that marked and moved in a weird way the emotions of Jade and awakened some strange emotions in him, a face that he didn’t know will be a life changing face forever in the near future.
By el hariti adil10 days ago in Fiction
When he had enough
On every day of every year of all time that matters, one poor thing no person is born! This is as true as you belive it is wrong. Now i hope for this stories sake you are generally just asking , WHAT! To that the person who is or was cursed to live every human life from death to birth, sorry switch the words birth to deat, silly me but anyway most importantly he and she etc remembers everything without being in control.Edward clen Corowoen 45 years male, North Carolinan living in the new city in Romanoc, we think but on October eight 2037 he was in New York New York for a fishing convention where he just had it. So he brought a ticket right there and there to the Netherlands more specifically eventually the international courts but first he had to get there.
By Eldvar11 days ago in Fiction
L'Unico: part 4
Jade let her mother in her bad state speaking and rapidly he let his imagination drive him far to the world of the unseen, he started to imagine people going in long tunnels on the
By el hariti adil11 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 12 days ago in Fiction
The Camera That Captures the Next Second
Hassan had always believed that a camera could freeze reality. A moment. A truth. A memory. But he never imagined a camera could capture something that hadn’t happened yet.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
The Street That Only Appears in Rain
The Street That Only Appears in Rain. It had been raining for three days straight. Not normal rain. This rain was heavy, constant, and strangely quiet. No thunder. No wind. Just endless water falling from a dull gray sky.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
Never Say Finis
Samuel was through. He was over it all. Done. Kaput. Finis. He’d lost his job as an ad executive. His wife kicked him out of their home and moved a twenty-two-year-old kid in, who his children were now calling their second daddy. Plus, his car had blown up, forcing him to walk two miles to the nearest exit on the freeway. Now he was living in this roach-infested apartment in a crime-ridden neighborhood. Just last week, a thug had stolen his wallet. At thirty-six, he had nothing to look forward to anymore.
By Mother Combs12 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 5
Red skies appeared slowly over the Texas horizon as the morning suns brought new life to the area. The roads weren't as saturated as they were to the north, and 1970, black, Challenger sped through the desolate part of the state as it headed to the area Nico was killed. Rick's weary eyes were heavy from driving straight through. He'd only made one stop near any form of civilization.
By Jason Morton13 days ago in Fiction
In love with a ghost
“Room 27” The rain poured relentlessly over Chambéry that evening. The streetlights flickered, as if they too were afraid.
By Gihan Mansory13 days ago in Fiction
IGNIS WAKE
The canteen was vacant as Hamish entered, he was early. The automated lights buzzed to life and flickered a glare across stainless-steel benches that rowed along each side of the modestly sized hall. A set of narrow windows accompanied each bench on the right side. Thick tropical fauna brushed and dragged with the wind against the exterior. The spattering of sunlight through the leaves and branches did very little to brighten the facilities dull concrete and iron panel laced interior. A closed hatch straight ahead into a kitchen indicated that lunch was not yet ready. But as Hamish’s mission detailed, this was the only opportunity to discuss the operation with his fellow MI6 and CIA agents embedded in the mysterious projects activities.
By Blair J Allan13 days ago in Fiction