Benny Shlesinger
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Amateur philosopher, avid keyboard pitter-patterer
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Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of government’s grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of a overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize.A ghost with the wallet of king.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Horror
Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of the government's grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of an overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years of working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize. A ghost with the wallet of a king.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Horror
Monsters Among us
Two cops set on catching a killer, a reoccurring shoe print, and a murderer lurking in the shadows. These are not gratuitous elements of a cheesy crime-thriller novel turned tv series. The Night Stalker was very real, and Netflix's docu-series Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer delivers a gripping four-part tale that makes a truly horrifying story haunting in its reality.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Criminal
The Great Tree's Game
Remi felt the tree watching him, but he did not know where to look. Staring down at its roots could imply he was afraid. He shouldn’t look into its web of branches for fear it would be offended at his boldness. Perhaps its trunk? Surely, there was no way the tree would feel offense if Remi looked at its trunk.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Wander
Dream Home
What is a dream home? Is it a lakeside structure with a veranda peaking over waters that gently lap rocky shores? Is it an open-air cabana on sandy beach, so close to the ocean the waves lull you to sleep? Is it a mountain cabin, tucked away in green forest and soundtracked by birds and bees?
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Lifehack
The Decision to Take Care of the Body is to Rectify a Fundamental Lack in Life
Despite the overwhelming array of weight loss pills and potions, despite the cornucopia of exercise equipment for the home user, and despite the fact that new diets bursts onto the scene every other week, we are still a society that is simply too overweight. I do not cast judgment here. Overhauling one’s mindset, environment, social circle, beliefs, or whatever else has to be altered in order to encourage healthy change comes with intense challenges. Then again, all worthwhile changes seem to follow the same guideline.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Longevity
The Purple Tile
Clyde hurried across the intersection, a harsh sun reddening his neck and baking the blacktop. Stepping up to the curb, he briskly made his way to The Purple Tile diner. As he approached, he noticed two distinct front doors to the establishment - a blue door to his left and a red door to the right. Clyde slowed his pace, looking between the two entrances.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Horror
