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Cremated person in india came alive miraculously! A strange ritual done by parents!
Cremated person in india came alive miraculously! A strange ritual done by parents! Dehradun, India: A man believed to be dead and cremated has come back to life in the state of Uttarakhand, creating a stir.
By POINT OF VIEW2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 14
We meet up at the safe house as planned about an hour before dark. It’s going to take some time to get into position for the op. CP is expecting Philip’s signal in about two hours, right after they relieve the previous guard detail. For now, though, it’s time for us to gear up.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Popcorn Party in the Microwave
Title: The Popcorn Party in the Microwave Once upon a time in the cozy kitchen of a little house, lived a curious and imaginative kid named Max. Max loved popcorn more than anything in the world. The mere thought of those fluff y, buttery puffs made his eyes sparkle with delight. However, what fascinated Max the most was the mysterious transformation that took place when he put those small, hard kernels into the magical microwave.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
The Fourth Chair
Your table is a simple thing: it’s made of plain, unfinished wood and only holds room for four, but though the object itself is unspectacular, you’ve poured your heart out on it to care for those who matter the most.
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Fiction
Magnet Magic: Revolutionizing Depression Treatment with Precision!
Depression, dubbed the "silent epidemic," has long cast a shadow over global health. Traditional treatments, ranging from medications to psychotherapies, have offered relief to many. Yet, their limitations, in terms of efficacy and side effects, remain undeniable. Enter magnetic therapy - a revolutionary approach that promises precision and efficacy.
By Yuli Fradkin2 years ago in Fiction
kitty the buffalo
The sand is hot against my knee as I stagger. My hand steadies me vanishing somewhat beneath the outer layer of the desert. My skin ignites with UV fire. My dry lips sting with the air passing between them.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Black Wings. Top Story - November 2023.
In the house, they found Wilhelmina sitting at the kitchen table, one of the old liquor bottles from Kal’s room sitting in front of her. She silently poured a shot and passed it to Kayse who gladly accepted.
By C. Lea Roufley2 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch.13
It took me a little longer than I hoped to make it back to Corina’s camp. I decided it wise to take the long way around, just in case. It must have been around midnight before I finally walked into the old library to find Corina and Alice talking in the corner. Alice looks upset. She sits against the wall, her leg bouncing from nerves, but she doesn’t see me coming just yet. My guess is that she has been like that for a while.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Seeking Solace in the Sands
I sat in the bustling coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed java filling my senses. Sipping my coffee, I found myself lost in the world of my thoughts. I stared out the window, watching as people rushed by with purpose and direction. In the midst of this whirlwind, I couldn't help but feel restless, yearning for something more, something different.
By Feathermoon 2 years ago in Fiction