Series
Brink of War
Author pre pre-preface: I think everything is now sorted, and while I did publish this story earlier with a different title, I am publishing it again with this title as a test and because it links to the earlier pieces in the series in the author's preface below. Why not just add the links to the other version you published Dan? you might be asking if you are not hopelessly confused or totally clueless or just pissed off at me right now. Great question, would be my reply. lol!
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Women's World Cup 2023
A prestigious international football (soccer) competition held just for women's national teams is called the FIFA Women's World Cup. One of the most anticipated and watched athletic events in the world, it draws millions of spectators and exhibits the exceptional abilities of female athletes. Here is a detailed description of the Women's World Cup as of my most recent information update in September 2021:
By Olivia Martinez3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 13)
The author of Shanna's life was interrupted. Chapter 13 in the series could not be told. Perhaps it was a punishment because the Author wanted to make a living out of writing. Perhaps it was some plague against Freedom of Speech. Chapter 13 was rejected.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
STA Token Development - A Complete Guide
In the vast landscape of blockchain and cryptocurrency, token development plays a crucial role. Among the many tokens available, STA tokens have gained prominence for their versatility and potential applications. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into every aspect of STA token development, from its fundamentals to its practical use cases. By the end of this article, you'll have a clear understanding of what STA tokens are and how they can revolutionize the digital world.
By Dean Johns3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 10
"Try!" Shanna heard a voice in her head. It kept repeating that one word. Most of her Wednesday had been spent on the same old typical daily tasks that she had grown comfortable with. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing especially impressive or remarkable. She had put on an old movie. One that she had watched several times already. She just couldn't get bored with that one. It was so well done. It was like listening to one of her favorite songs. "Try!" the voice demanded again. She took a deep breath and got out of the big leather chair on wheels in front of the big wooden desk.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Blind Spots
Glaring daggers at Ed through my glasses I said, "Turn the light off". Watching him go towards the lamp I slowly got off the floor. I didn't have time to do my morning stretches and my body ached with every move I took. As he turned the light off his door automatically opened. I moved to the closest corner and said, "I need to tell you something".
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction









