Tales from a Madman
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.. the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the Prince's indefinite decorum.
The Masque of the Red Death
Edgar Allan Poe
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Why NASA Never Returned to the Moon: A Deep Investigation
Like most Americans in grade school at the end of the last century, I learned about our first steps on the moon. I spent most of my life believing that we went to the moon the one time, made a big deal of it, brought back some moon rocks, and went about our lives. Later, of course, I’d learn that we mainly did it to show the world that we were more competent and advanced than our Soviet rivals. Who would have thought that the US government would dump millions of dollars into a clout-chasing Space Race?
By Tales from a Madmanabout a month ago in Fiction
Tesla's Treasure Chest
Tesla's Treasure Chest By: Liam Einhorn There are few immortal treasures to a journalist like myself: an unfiltered look at the JFK files; an unaccompanied tour of Area 52; a glimpse into the true origins of the pyramids. Any of those would stir the investigative mind, but perhaps not as much as the offer of a lifetime I present to you now.
By Tales from a Madman2 months ago in Fiction
America's Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives
America’s Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives: The Moonwatchers By: Liam Einhorn You’ve likely heard the stories of the brave souls storming the beaches of Normandy. You may have even heard of the famed Code Talkers, immortalized by Hollywood in the film Windtalkers. My pursuit into the supernatural sides of history—the ones the powers that be don’t acknowledge—led me to a dank basement, smelling of mildew and secrets. There, I learned of a group you haven’t heard of… a secret unit of the US military kept confidential even in whispers.
By Tales from a Madman2 months ago in Fiction
Selena, Mother of Night
Selena, Mother of the Night, I come brimming with fright, Oh, Keeper of Dreams, I am undone at the seams. Each morning the sun chases you away, bringing forth another dreadful day. Your daily banishment is my ritual punishment. I beg of you, linger in the sky, may your beacon never die. Keep the sun at bay and the daywalkers away. Those living life routine, are a blemish on the unseen. Fools of days mundanity drain me of my sanity. I kneel before you on this darkened eve, praying that you never leave. Keep me, beneath your holy power as the solar sheep all cower. My pale and powerful goddess, hear my plea. The dark will stay, so mote it be.
By Tales from a Madman3 months ago in Poets
This Brief Life
Old souls wander the universe, surrounded by modern minds. Somewhere, a bridge stretches between them— imagination, exploration, and wonder connecting the lot. Each of us, small in the eye of the cosmos. Each life, a grain of sand dripping through the hourglass of millennia. Stay a moment... and see through the eyes of the stars.
By Tales from a Madman7 months ago in Poets
