literature
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Treasure
Watching someone die is a strange thing. Bearing witness to prolonged suffering leaves fresh wounds on the soul that stitch into indelible scars. Mine continue to pulse with phantom pains when I think of my father, laying on what would become his deathbed. I can still smell the sickness thick on the stale air of his bedroom and can hear the droning hum of the machinery which kept him in suspended animation, the sound like a morbid tinnitus. How can I escape these thoughts plaguing me when I'm in his house?
By R. A. Levy5 years ago in Humans
FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY: HOW FAR WILL ONE MAN GO?
Here lies a story of betrayal and deceit between 4 speleologists, 1 book and a lust for greed. Who will greed overtake? Will it be Aaron, Lenny, Daniel, or Michael? As we begin to explore the dynamics of their relationships; character, loyalty and friendship will be pushed to the ultimate test, soon discovering that there will be only one person left standing triumphantly in the end.
By Ariyon Wells5 years ago in Humans
Gur Oynpx Obbx
Earlier in life, John had many dreams - entire galaxies of thought spun through his head. He remembered the intensity of thought, vivid conversations, endless scrawled notes, and dreams he enrolled people in. Looking back, all of them had come to nothing. He was annoyed thinking about it because everyone he talked to in person was raving about this book that mysteriously hit all the bookstore shelves, had not a single commercial or ad anywhere, but yet every time he'd bump into someone or read a social media post, someone had bought a copy. No one knew the author's true name - the book was a leather black book, was titled Gur Oynpx Obbx, and was written by Gur Nhgube. It seemed like something retrieved randomly from Borges' Library of Babel. It looked like a personal notebook but when you opened the pages it looked like someone had carefully handwritten each page, yet on the back was a barcode and a price tag and inside was a publisher. Whoever wrote it was very clever.
By Joel Kotarski5 years ago in Humans
Treasure Map for the Soul
Simon was a man without purpose. Without hope. Since the death of his wife, his grief had consumed him and he found very little capacity for anything else. Not even sleep. He was supposed to be finding a job, but didn’t really know how he was supposed to function in one, given his current state. However, to keep a roof over one’s head - to be able to live at all really - one had to have money, didn’t one? So that was a consideration. He thought more and more these days about the futility of his life, but wondered whether he could actually bring himself to end it.
By Ursula Faye5 years ago in Humans
