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Just one of my little experiments... See if you can guess what I did: I. All of this more or less happened, Lolita, light of my life. It is a truth universally acknowledged that, it was the best of times; it was the worst of times, and many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenidia was to remember that distant afternoon when Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party and Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
News Report
“OK – places everybody. One minute.” Sharon checked her appearance in a small mirror and straightened her hair. She gave Greg, the cameraman, a nod to show she was ready, trying not to shiver in the snow. Greg raised five fingers, then lowered them one-by-one. When there were two fingers left, Sharon looked into the camera, gave a smile, and raised her microphone to her mouth.
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Delivering English
The light was blinding and terrible. English McKay thought of the pain in terms of light rather than jolts of electricity being forced intentionally into his brain. It took several sessions of the electroshock therapy for him to realize the incredibly loud noises he was hearing beyond those of the actual machine were his own screams.
By Kevin Gaylord4 years ago in Fiction
Three Things I Forgot About Evelyn
Evelyn was due home any minute from her work trip to Paris with Colette and Francois, a week-long indulgence of all the fineries Paris had to offer plus the biggest fashion extravaganza in all of Europe. I could envision her wandering around wide eyed in her sailor outfit, looking about as out of place in that sea of fashion perfection as possible, but Evelyn wouldn’t care how out of place she was. One of her greatest strengths was how little she worried about whether she looked like she belonged somewhere or not, deep down I envied that part of her. Since she had been back she had helped me build myself back up and without her I wouldn’t have the confidence I did and neither would I be with a guy who finally treated me well.
By Peter Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Section I: of the CODEX SOLIS
I: Incarnation In the Digital Age Listen ye, O human that dwell within the digital age. I, human of Earth. A man young in age, body and mind, yet ancient in soul. Sing to you the praises given to me by the All. Sing you praises of joy and enlightenment, for now has the time come for those of this age to see passed the screens of their illusions. My visions shine brightly like a chromatic sun in the modern day of the monochrome in technology. Seen, I, visions of grand beauty and grand design. I was taken to higher existences and higher life. Briefly shown, was I, the future as bliss and the future is, as what is possible now.
By Jaron Fund (Future Master)4 years ago in Fiction
A Frigid Dance
...It‘s perfect. She stared out over the frozen pond, watching the reflection of the stars in the ice as the distant sounds of crumbling rock echoed through the mountains around her. Breathing in the crisp night air, she felt the biting wind against her skin as a thick fog drifted overhead, enshrouding the stars with impenetrable grey; a stark canvas for her imagination to paint with. Silhouettes of mountains became colossal monsters bearing down on her. The wind howled through the mountains, chilling her bones as it rushed past her, ripping through her hair.
By Ben Schrueder4 years ago in Fiction
Green Eyed Virus
Amber laid in the hospital bed in the center of the room surrounded by an isolating plastic container. Green pustules covered her body and her eyes glowed a neon green as they darted from left to right aimlessly. She was muttering a language no one could understand, it was as if she was possessed by a demon. The quarantine facility was gray and white with doctors and guards bustling about. They've never seen such activity from her like this. The family and friends that came to see her were a chaotic mess. She was fine a moment earlier, Amber was conversing with her family and friends that were reassuring her that she'd be okay. Then her eyes became neon green and she became a different person. The doctors were rushing to study the readings on her and the guards were fighting back the loved ones trying to help her. All but one person was still in the room. Her closest friend Denton was more still than stone.
By Omari Huguley4 years ago in Fiction
