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Zack Snyder’s Wolverine: Claws and Clashes
Chapter 1: The Lone Traveler Logan, also known as Wolverine, had been traveling the world for years, trying to escape his past and the memories that haunted him. His healing factor and adamantium claws made him almost invincible, but his inner turmoil was a battle he couldn't seem to win.
By Victor Robinson II2 years ago in Fiction
Deja Vu and Jamais Vu: Unraveling the Enigma of Familiarity.
Have you ever experienced a moment where you feel like you've been somewhere before or witnessed something that seems eerily familiar, even though you know you haven't? If so, you've likely encountered the enigmatic phenomenon known as deja vu. Deja vu, a French term meaning "already seen," is a fascinating and often perplexing experience that has intrigued scientists, philosophers, and ordinary individuals alike for centuries.
By Adib Ahmed 2 years ago in Fiction
Chain of evidence
By the time I got back to the house, there was a patrol car waiting. A uniform stepped out of the passenger side and, confirming my ID, asked for my car keys. I prised them apart from my extensive collection and handed them over. As the patrolman drove off in my car, his buddy following him, a third car screeched to a halt outside.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Worth the Wait. Content Warning.
I wandered aimlessly through the cold night air, it’s rancid breath gripping and holding the ample scent of perfume from the woman whom walked by me at bay, the streets cluttered with passerby stockholders of boxes and bags. The smell of the bodies ignored by the masses as they ignore the decomposing. The air was cold, so fridged was the frost among the dead and I stood there, silent, watching, waiting, none looked, not one bothered to see me. I was cold. The chill ran deep into my bones and though I called out to a few at first, then a small break between meek and feeble vocal sounds, my hands raised periodically, I was doing all I could to show that I needed a little help, a little warmth to get free from this frost that was overtaking me. None bothered to look at me. Many just walked past along their busy route, whereas most snubbed their nose or stepped over me like I was garbage. They did not bother to even lift me and throw me into the can that was at the corner.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of eternity
In the quiet town of Everest, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there existed a phenomenon known as "Echoes of Eternity". Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice, whispers of forgotten times and distant memories permeated the air.
By Jessica Gordon 2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 Dr. Heiko inspected the basket of medical equipment Nadine had brought him. He removed one of the boxes of bandages, tore open the corner, then dumped a handful of them out onto the table beside his scalpels. He reached back down, and pulled out the two bottles of wine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Supreme GroundBreakers (Part 1)
Notes: The Story belongs to the same universe as the following: Long Stories: Dragonfly: The Devil’s Deception Ladybug: A Mother’s Redemption Scorpio: A Quest Against Deception Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 1) Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 2) Hummingbird: Illusion of Shadows The White Sparrow: A Pursuit for Justice
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Fiction
Discipline
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie quietly led Corrado through a camouflaged passageway built into the rear wall of the terrace, down to the convent’s subterranean crypt. It was a sacred location the American and British soldiers were still ignorant of. Plus, due to the ongoing renovations, and restorations, it currently housed hundreds of old, and new church instruments used for the masses held upstairs in the church of The Madonna Della Rocca. It had become more of a glorified storage room at this point in time, and less of sanctified crypt.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
