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Say No To Drugs
I know I'm not the only one that's had this happen to him, and I can't be. I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about. That moment they hit and you realize something's off. The moment you realize it's not just a bad trip, and what you took has gone bad. You know, like expired antibiotics or Tylenol. For most of my adult life, I did little more than smoke weed with the occasional. You know, acid was my preference, but I wouldn't shy away from some mushrooms if they were easier to find. Three months ago I felt the urge to have another spiritually lifted night, as I tend to call it. So I call up the guy I usually talk to when acquiring my vision quest materials, and he told me something strange. Hey, Bert, I. I don't work tomorrow, so I thought, I'd make my night a little special. Do you have anything available?
By Corey Turner3 years ago in Fiction
"The Secret Admirer"
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she read the note. Who could be sending her these letters? And why were they doing it anonymously? She tried to shake off the feeling of unease and decided to meet her secret admirer, despite her reservations.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
Shoulder Holster FAQs: Answers to Commonly Asked Questions.
A shoulder holster is a popular method of carrying a firearm, particularly among law enforcement and security professionals. However, if you're new to carrying a firearm or considering switching to a shoulder holster, you may have questions. In this blog post, we'll answer some commonly asked questions about shoulder holsters.
By Maria Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting Flight: A Terrifying Encounter at 30,000 Feet
The plane's engines roared to life as it taxied down the runway. I sat in my cramped seat, buckled in and trying to control my racing thoughts. I've never been a fan of flying, and this time was no different. But I had to do it. I had to get to my sister's wedding.
By Talha Mehboob3 years ago in Fiction
Memorial
An aura of heavy soot pressed against me. Did I just go for a swim? Or am I just sweating that much? Eyes unable to open, I felt my limp body sag against a cold wall. The experience was lucid; unable to control my own body for the only sense I could remotely interact with was sound. As I sat there, slouched, I never considered that for the time I was awake, my ears rang with the voices of my friends as if it were background music. As I searched for sounds over the muffled giggles, I would occasionally hear something that resembled crickets chirping in an extremely low tone. A tone so horrifyingly irritating but also reminiscent of my mother's countryside house.
By Abdullah Zubair3 years ago in Fiction
What's Happening Inside a Closed Hospital?
It had been months since anyone had stepped inside the old hospital. The windows were boarded up, and the doors were locked with chains and padlocks. But rumors persisted of strange noises and lights coming from within the abandoned building, and of the disappearance of several curious trespassers.
By Sinan Özlekli3 years ago in Fiction








