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On Aging well.
When you learn something new, your memory center lights up like a Christmas tree...stimulating it, creating a loop of new information. That stimulation is like a workout for the hippocampus. (The elongated ridges on the floor of each lateral ventricle of the brain, thought to be the centre of emotion, memory, and the autonomic nervous system).
By Novel Allenabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Bolly Me Not on the Lone Prairie
My hoss was restless when I woke. Snortin’ and stampin’ something fierce, grumblin’ and whinnyin’, champin’ at the bit. I glanced around camp. Everything looked normal, at first. Cookie already cooking flapjacks and gritty coffee. Butch already with the wheezes, humming into that old harmonica of his, like he allus did, soon’s the sun comes up. Clive whittling by the fahr, same as allus.
By Meredith Harmonabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
Unto the Fearful Ocean
The village stunk of fear… or was it the villagers themselves? The crowd stared in awe as the knight and his squire moved past, both ahorse, and surely the most impressive sight they had seen for ages. Everett had been a squire for almost a year, and this was the first time he had accompanied the knight on a king’s errand.
By Mitchel Daneabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoeabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Holding On
Kit stared out across the cavern, knees tucked up to her chin, twirling a rose in front of her face. It was fading. It had been plucked weeks ago, in another nation, given to her by a man she’d not allowed herself a second thought about. Until now.
By Phoenixica24about 9 hours ago in Fiction
Seeing from the other side
So, after getting some blood work done, I was told that I had traces of another human in my blood, which means it's a dead twin. This happens when a set of twins is in the same wound, and 1 twin dies during development and gets absorbed by the stronger twin as nutrients. Basically, resulting in the surviving baby as a chimera.
By stephanie borgesabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Gravitational Pull and the Moon
"That's an amazingly astute observation. I couldn't have said it better myself." "Yeah, but like — just because I can reach that conclusion logically doesn’t mean I can feel it. You know? Like my emotions are on the other side of the planet from me. No, they're on the fucking moon, and I'm here, and my logic means nothing at all because I can't get myself to feel what I know, and there's no oxygen where my emotions live, and I'm suffocating."
By Mallory Roseabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
