David C. Connor
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Darkness of the night
Amidst the gentle flow of water, a wordless melody danced, harmonizing with the rhythm of my rowing. The currents sang a song, accompanied by the falling droplets from the oar's blade, akin to my tears. The river beneath the gray, cloud-covered sky seemed to understand my sorrow in a way no human could. On the opposite shore, there was no one waiting for me—only the looming shadows of the forest and the night breeze rustling through the bare branches.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
The Tread Of Angels
Christian Anderson posited that upon the passing of a virtuous child, a celestial being descends from the heavens, cradles the departed soul in its arms, unfurls majestic, snowy wings, and soars across the beloved places cherished during the child's life. The celestial envoy then gathers a profusion of resplendent flowers, which it presents to the Almighty, causing them to bloom more brilliantly in the celestial realm than on Earth. Though the concept of a child's Assumption may seem somewhat dated, it remains an extraordinary and remarkably accurate depiction. However, let us ponder the fate of a wayward child, one who grows to adulthood and steers clear of the realm of death, be it natural or otherwise. Could the intrusion of angels into such a life be considered an aberration of the natural order? To address the first aspect and the second in turn, creation encompasses both virtue and vice, while the natural order endures a gamut of outrages, much like the contemporary era.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
SOLARIS
On the fourth day, at hour 14:38, Kenneth Sampson of Control performed post-flight audio checks as Commander Cromwell and crew members Finley, Janus, Lupines, and Samson disembarked from Cybell 2 to the docking hangar aboard Solaris station. Reports of a Class B storm heading towards the station came in, demanding continuous updates. The team planned to start from the reactor Bay and sweep back around, trying to restore power. While Finley accompanied Sampson, the rest spread out, searching every module. Communication channels remained open, and visors were a must.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
An Extremely Wrong Number
Morning creeps in as I step onto the sleek mag train, my mind is still groggy and my hands clumsily reaching for my phone nestled in my back pocket. Anticipating a dull and routine message from my boss, I'm taken aback by a mysterious text from an unfamiliar number. A man's eyes, dark and enigmatic, stare back at me from every photo he sends. Intrigued, I respond impulsively, unknowingly setting the stage for an unexpected and captivating exchange. Little did I know that this seemingly harmless prank would spiral into a series of puzzling and mystifying encounters.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Samsung Z Flip 5 - Biggest Upgrade Ever.
Unveiling the latest addition to the Samsung lineup, behold the enigmatic Samsung Galaxy Z Flip 5. At first glance, it may seem perplexing, especially when compared to Samsung's top-tier offerings, which are available at similar price points. The camera setup appears smaller and less capable, the battery charges and depletes at a slower pace, and the phone's compactness might affect the chip's performance. Yet, despite these apparent drawbacks, there's an undeniable allure to the Z Flip 5 that has sparked my curiosity. Even when I had the chance to test the Z Flip 4 last year, my interest was piqued, and now, with the release of the Z Flip 5, I've decided to embrace it for everyday use.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Geeks
Unveiling Samsung's Latest Foldables: Z Fold 5 and Z Flip 5
Welcome to the grand reveal of Samsung's cutting-edge Z Fold 5 and Z Flip 5, representing the newest generation of foldable devices. While their outward appearance may seem reminiscent of their predecessors, a closer look reveals some noteworthy enhancements. Let's delve into the details.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Geeks
The Truth about the New Beats by Dre!
The headphones we are about to explore hold the promise of being a significant leap forward in Apple's lineup, possibly surpassing all their predecessors by a considerable margin. You may wonder how that's even feasible. Well, think of them as a lighter, foldable version of the AirPods Max, equipped with a better case, a USBC port, extended battery life, and at a more affordable price point. Impressive, right? However, there's always a catch.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Geeks
ALT Choice
Welcome to Alt Choice, where the trajectory of your life lies in your hands. The enigmatic hologram materialized in Gregor's waiting room, leaving him with a sense of prolonged anticipation. "Thanks," Gregor responded, trying to suppress his excitement. "You can call me K3," the floating torso said in an androgynous tone. "Do you have an appointment?" Gregor confirmed his appointment, and K3 swiftly identified him based on facial and vocal recognition.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Christina
Penton found himself in a peculiar situation where he seemed to be communicating with some mysterious force beyond comprehension. However, it was not as if a divine being had spoken to him; rather, it felt like an inexplicable connection to some higher realm. Christina, being an atheist, couldn't wrap her head around the idea of believing in such powers. To her, the concept of having faith in something beyond tangible evidence was unfathomable. She was more inclined to rely on rationality and scientific explanations for things.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Broken Doll
The family's treasured photographs found solace within worn cardboard boxes, bearing witness to a plethora of tragedies. Among them, the disappearance of a little girl remained unresolved, and her sister, Alex, remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any answers. Inside one box lay a torn assemblage of dolls, each bearing the scars of destruction. Not even the once-beloved teddy bears were spared, some still carrying the haunting scent of scorching flames.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Night Lights
The clock struck 2 am, and still, sleep eluded me tonight, not with the myriad talking lights lingering in the darkness. It felt like the end was drawing near, with the cold blue standby light on my laptop blinking at me. As I settled into my first night in the big city, I was supposed to feel all grown up and ready to take on the world. Instead, I yearned to hide under the covers of my bed, seeking comfort in a stuffed animal, a warm glass of milk, or a bedtime lullaby—anything to ward off the lurking demons that threatened to consume me.
By David C. Connor2 years ago in Fiction
