Steven Allen
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Steven Allen hold's a bachelor's degree in Biology with a minor in Astrophysics from Florida International University. He also holds a Master's Degree in Public Health with a specialty in epidemiology.
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Why are we all so sick?
People get sick with colds and flus and instead of throwing out the chocolate chip cookies, bagels, and white sugar they’ve been consuming every day for months, they go buy some Dayquil. Now, I’m not going to knock Dayquil – it’s good for suppressing symptoms, but shouldn’t we suppress the source? No I’m not talking about the virus that caused your flu; you would’ve been exposed to that anyway. I’m talking about your own body’s defenses.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Longevity
Nephew's Inheritance
“Sheldon and I used to play all of the time in those days. We were even younger than you are. Pa kept a shotgun in the closet and Sheldon wanted to go play with it while our parents were away up in Omaha, but I said it was a bad idea. Your grandpa told me that if he ever found out that I was even in that closet without his permission, he’d take off his belt and beat my little ass until it turned cherry red.”
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost
I first met Kaashvi while at the Goodwill on 57th. She caught my eye because of what she had been wearing. While I didn’t mean to stare, it was hard to help it because most of the women in the store had either blue shirts or were old ladies. She was 27 at the time and was wearing a red Salwar Kameez suit, which looked great on her.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Confessions
The Cost of Hope
Day -01: Preparation Grubosh cubes weren’t the best tasting food and I suppose that’s the idea, but at least we had plenty of them. The pale white cubes with tiny Gs on all 6 sides were easy to store, which is why I obtained so many. I stuffed the last of the water purification trodes into the second duffle bag as I heard a noise in the front room. I grabbed the bags and quickly threw them into the closet.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Beaumont Attack
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is especially true if your death is virtually instantaneous. Grace yanked her dagger from the spine of the crewmember. She had learned long ago that the quickest and least painful way to kill was to thrust the blade between the atlas vertebrae and any of the other seven cervical vertebrae; preferably number one or two. What was his name? Did he have dreams of becoming a captain some day? Perhaps he was just trying to complete an internship for experience before working at a medical center. She didn’t know.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Eric's Journey
I remember walking onto the Morningstar from the HermesLift and already feeling a sense of relief. I hadn’t been away from home in so long and while I was happy there for the most part, it was starting to feel like a prison. This Morningstar voyage got my blood boiling again! I was anticipating all kinds of new trouble that I could get into. Also, I didn’t have my mother over my shoulder always wanting to know what I was doing and where I had been. I did miss her though…
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Gertrude
Once upon a time there lived a young warrior named Gertrude. Her friends and family called her Trudy and they all lived in the kingdom of Salvonia. Gertrude was not a princess, but she was the grandniece of the king, who took a special interest in her after her father’s death in battle against the Journes. King Mallory saw to it that his favorite niece received the best training from the finest warriors in the kingdom including the Salvonian captain of the royal guard, commander Trangg. From the time that Trudy was a little girl, she knew that her chances of being a real princess were unlikely and that such a distinction was for her more attractive and fragile cousins. Alternatively, she decided to excel in the ways of the warrior and perfect her fighting skills with weapons and hand-to hand combat. She had trained to use swords, daggers, and even large battle axes but her true passion was for the most glorious weapon she had ever seen - the morningstar. This tool of destruction had a handle attached to a chain, which was linked to a heavy spiked ball. The chain could be removed to convert the weapon into a mace if needed. Her late father had desired for her to wield a spear as he did, but there was something about the morningstar that captivated Gertrude. It was more difficult to use than a sword or spear, but trained day and night for months after she reached age 18. By the age of 20, she was a skilled warrior, but because of her nobility status and her gender, she was always protected from actual combat with the Journe forces.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Farewell Olivia
Approximately 1500 miles to the northwest in a Montana town known as Whitefish, there was a woman named Charity that was married to some mechanic twice her age. Why she married that guy wasn’t a mystery to me; he did have money. However, I knew exactly why she had invited me over that day. She knew that I was leaving for 7 months and wanted to see me one last time before my trip. I honestly didn’t know whether or not her husband knew about our rendezvous, and I was always afraid to ask because if she said “no”, I might feel guilty about making love to her while he was away. I image that they simply have an open relationship and she likes to have sex with someone her own age sometimes. I open the door to Olivia’s house and give her a peck on the lips. Her short red hair was very shiny today; more so than usual. She smelled like peppermint. A new scented lotion maybe? I have to admit that there was always something more enjoyable about a married woman being attracted to me. I wouldn’t have been as turned-on if she were single.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
