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Elements Always Function Wisely
I am AC13. I am the automated intelligent historian that is here to tell a story of the elemental energies. Please, choose to think freely and open your mind to alternate possibilities. This has been written in such a way that I hope most can relate. I believe the message provides a universal connection of what it means to “be’ in this 3D reality. All information has been downloaded to me. It is all in my coding. You may experience slight delays in this story and be placed on a brief hold, if I am in need of any updating. Please scroll to continue below…
By Amanda Spradlin4 years ago in Fiction
Lit.
It had been quite awhile ago, but Daniel had seen Hanna's teacher twice before where he donated plasma. He sincerely focused on the idea that his plasma was going to help people, especially babies or young children, but another reality was he was going there twice a week because he couldn’t afford to pay his utility bills, gas for his truck, internet, healthy food, and yoga studio membership with what he was making full-time as a substitute teacher. Daniel didn’t turn the furnace on in the winter because being such an old house, it wasn’t insulated well and it would run constantly.
By Jason Hurley4 years ago in Fiction
The Fauna's
Felicity hustled down her street. She was late for a photoshoot she promised to a friend. She stopped and pulled out her camera to look at the lenses, making sure the picture was crisp and clear. When she looked through her camera, a naked man with palm trees around his waist emerged from behind a rock. "Oh my god." She whispered.
By Amber Fierce4 years ago in Fiction
Skyscraping
Every time I reached my foot to touch solid ground, the earth shied its way out of reach yet again. Stepping on the empty air felt a bit like unexpectedly sliding on a patch of clay, and a bit like my spirit was flagging raggedly outside my body, jarring against my skin and bones.
By Theis Orion4 years ago in Fiction
The Deeper Awakening
His Present The room lit up as the dark setting adjusted to the morning, the natural light from the window flooded in, slowly piercing the shut eyes of the person fast asleep. The curtains lifted and made way for the sunlight to come inside the high-rise apartment that was elevated higher than Mount Everest from sea level. This apartment was built in the new age utopian city of Avalon, which stood firm at an elevation more than even four times that of Mount Everest from sea level. This was the only way the civilians would be protected from destructive radiation, dust, and tropical viruses that ran abundantly in the hell they once called Earth. Avalon was the haven only a few among the human race were able to escape to, created by noble and brilliant minds who wanted to preserve the Earth to its former glory but were hindered by the greed of the rest of the humans who destroyed the Earth. Their savior Dr. Arthemius Musk was the pioneering inventor and Dr. Lancellian Wilkes was the architect for this modern utopia. The Avalonian forefathers' joint efforts saved the good in the human race and hence their legends were spread everywhere. Avalon was founded on the principles of equality to curb the greed that eventually took down the former paradise called “Earth”. The people lived in the Avalon to serve ‘The Renaissance’. The children or adults alike are well versed with the principle of service upon which this city was built.
By Anindita Alstriem4 years ago in Fiction
Her Dragon
It was my night to let loose. I drove for hours with my girls to have a fun night at the Rainbow Casino. Everything was going as planned until he showed up. That low life had tricked me, pretending to be a nice guy on social media. Now, he was here, my ex, and he was trying to ruin my night.
By Winter Navi 4 years ago in Fiction
Let's Play
Her slanted eyes were low and looked as if she were sleepy as she looked out at the audience of men that were paying very close attention to the way she moved her body to the slow, sexy sounds of R. Kelly’s song Throw This Money on You. She wrapped her thick thighs around the dance pole and slowly climbed her way to the top before leaning back and opening her legs as if they were a pair of scissors. Her hair fell back; blowing in the wind which was produced by an industrial-sized fan that was place on the stage to give an effect. She slowly slid down the pole in that formation; long, lustrous hair hitting the floor before her. Once on the floor, she turned from her back to her knees, slowly came up; ass towards the men that were making it rain on the stage with dollars and more dollars, lightly dragged one finger over the triangular-shaped piece of material that was covering her kitty and twirled her tongue around the finger of her other hand.
By Tammi Aldridge 4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
When it Rains it Heavy Rains
When It Rains, It Heavy Rains THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE STUPID... The May night promised rain, but it lied. Dark ominous clouds sat in the sky watching as the wind mussed men's hair and peaked up women's dresses. Cat Jacklett decided to stay inside his cozy New York City apartment and play a video game. He remembered that he still hadn't finished "Heavy Rain." He was near the end of the game and very close to figuring out who the killer was, however it had been months since he had played. He guessed five or six. Cat also figured the games owner and all around suave artist type Jack McCoy would be wanting it back soon. Cat was a disheveled little man who never turned down a mystery or a beer. He sat at his gaming station in his room that smelled of M&Ms and farts. His gaming station was basically an old beat up black wooden computer desk with a 32-inch dusty monitor and a PS3 hooked up. There was also a PS2, but Cat couldn't tell you the last time it was turned on. DVD and game cases lay scattered; also discs sat scratched and dirty. Their cases were lost long ago. "Hulk", "Iron Man", "Fractured", and a "Worms" CD were just a few of the orphaned discs. Cat opened a cold PBR and powered on his machine. It hummed. The PS3 lit up green and his controller rumbled in his hand as he prepared to play. I guess this is the real beginning to the mystery. A fraction of a second goes by and time slows down as Cat sees that the game is not in the PS3. Instead it is a blu Ray copy of "The Raid." "How did this get in there?" As he wonders, he also remembers that he needs to return "The Raid" to his friend Petra Herena. Petra fancied himself a writer and cigarette smoker. Cat is sure that the last disc in the PS3 was "Heavy Rain." He decides that one of his lady roommates must have been watching movies in his room again. It had happened before so he reasonably deduces that it had happened again. He also figures that whoever watched "The Raid" put "Heavy Rain" back in it's case where it belonged. Boom! Case closed, or so Cat thinks. He opens the case to Heavy Rain only to find no game... Perplexed, the young gaming detective thinks maybe the game got put in the case for "The Raid." He looks there and it isn't there. "Where the crap could it be?" The anxiety starts to percolate within Cat. Tens of thoughts start to become hundreds. They all spin in his head like a Maytag going to work on a large load of dirty cloths. "Where is the game?" "Why was it moved?" "Who moved it?" "Was it him?" "The exterminator was here a few months ago." "Did he steal it?" Cat stands in silence for some minutes, scratching his head half the time and his butt the other half. "Let's just check every case in my room. It's here somewhere." Boom! His cool, aloof demeanor explodes into a frantic search for the game. He opens case after case mostly finding the discs that belong in them. Others are empty. Cat does not do this neatly. He is a hurricane flinging all objects in the air. It's up to them where they land. Every case is checked and still no "Heavy Rain". When Cat got perplexed and vexed he would twist strands of his hair 'tween his index finger and thumb. He's doing this now. Did his ex roommate steal it out of spite when she left on bad terms? He let's go of that cuz he knows she was not smart enough to pull this off. He had a girl over a few weeks ago. "Did she take it?" "I should call her." "The foot locker!" Cat snaps open the green foot locker his mom gave him for college. It has stickers all over it from his ska/punk days. The locker is full of old things Cat isn't ready to let go of; letters from ladies, instruction manuals for things he no longer has, books that he'd never read, and a box of his important papers. It also has a bunch of CDs that were thrown in just cuz they needed an out of the way home. Cat had cleaned his room about a month ago so maybe, just maybe he had tossed the game in there. He tries to search in an organized manner but in his excited state he ends up tossing the locker. He finds issues of "Y the Last Man." These were sitting on his desk while he was last playing "Heavy Rain." He must be close. A pile of discs next to the issues looks promising. One by one he flings away discs that are not the one he wants. He finds forgotten burnt music mixes and porn, but no game. Sitting in the destruction of his room Cat thinks of anyplace the game might be. He wonders if he had let a friend borrow it. "No." For an instant he gives into the idea of supernatural foul play. He smiles and hopes, but "No." He remembers a Christmas tin he keeps in the closet full of trinkets with sentimental value. "No?" "But a good detective follows up all hunches." He jumps to his feet with the cat like reflexes the old Cat Jacklett was famous for and runs to his closet. With frantic force he opens the door and dives to the bottom of his cluttered closet. He frees the tin from underneath a pile of clothes like the king of laundry mountain, as if he is saving it from drowning. He pulls off the lid and empties it onto his bed. He examines the content and finds junk. He wonders why he had kept half of the stuff. There is a small wooden box he had made from scrap wood. Pausing, he opens it and looks at the horseshoe earring with diamonds on it. The girl he should have been braver for gave it to him. He slows down and thinks about her for sometime. "She..." "The game!" In a moment, he deduces where it is... Like all the past puzzle memories coming together to solve the mystery; he figured it out. The DVD "Fracture" was case-less because he had watched it a few months ago. He must have put "Heavy Rain" into that case. Knowing that was where the game was he calmly walked into the living room and found the case for "Fracture." He opened it... Case closed.
By jay catlett4 years ago in Fiction
