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Rage, rage against the dying of the night
It all happened so fast. From the Doctor telling me there was no 'Get out', 'Hail Mary' or even a 'Wild Card' to the realisation I would not see 2025. No, no smart shuffle could cheat the reaper's reap this time. I wouldn't celebrate 25 years of wonderful marriage to my soul mate, Jenny. To say it was a shit card to deal with was putting it lightly.
Paul StewartPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction Wasp Talk
Introduction This is inspired by a few things: My friend Chris said wasps were the football hooligans of the insect world, my recent post where I stated that some people are only happy when they are miserable or have something to complain about, and the book I am reading, "The Roaches Have No King" by Dabiel Evan Weiss which is about New York Apartment life observed by cockroaches.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionOur Love Burns Brighter than a 10-Kiloton Nuclear Warhead
Oh, the irony of the featured image from an actual serious story I wrote on Vocal depicting the start of nuclear war now repurposed for this nonsense I am about to set forth.
Stephen A. RoddewigPublished 3 days ago in FictionPhantoms of giggling wait
Phantoms of giggling wait, Where we once had a place. Your name, a murmur in the breeze, A shadow on the sunlit way The unfilled seat next to me,
Rony SutradarPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Porn Again-Part Two
Continued from Part One… “So we get there, and Rob surprises me with what had to be the most exquisite and elegant little hotel I’d ever seen,” Stacy blushed.
lazarusInfinityPublished 4 days ago in Fiction OPERA MINI
I have a confession to make. If you laugh at me thunder fire you! I had a high school boyfriend called David. David was a student at St. Paul's Seminary Nyeri. Truth is, I was confusing a young man who wanted to marry the church when he grew up. Anyway, I loved David and I was not going to allow the seminary to interfere with my marriage. While at school, David would send me the most romantic letters that would send my heart to Samasult. The letters would be sealed in a white envelope baptized in El Sudan Perfume. Children of today will open their mouths to ask me what El Sudan is. Somebody please tell them because the last time I talked to one Gen Z like this, I had to sleep for three days and three nights, just to calm down.
Miss CatherinePublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Porn Again-Part One
Continued from the Prologue… Another boring day in paradise, Happy mused to himself as he carefully studied the annoying flash of the cheap alarm clock staring at him. Morbid, maniacal and outright disturbing in its cadence, his seemingly innocuous glance erupted with fervor as he slammed his hand down hard on the device, silencing it. Slowly lifting himself from the soft and secure confines of his bed, Happy studied every corner of his modern yet tasteful bedroom. Everything from the wallpaper and furnishings to the rather extravagant king sized bed reeked of a virtual Pottery Barn catalogue. If he didn’t know better, he could almost envision prices materializing before his very eyes to the tune of Candy’s voice as they debated for hours on the layout and overall palette when they first moved in. Perfectly polished and pristine wall sconces framed a beautifully grand mirror that directly faced their bed.
lazarusInfinityPublished 4 days ago in Fiction Echoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream, I wander through the shadows of my mind, Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
Rony SutradarPublished 4 days ago in FictionThe Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
Amine OubihPublished 4 days ago in FictionStarlight Manor
Never in Lise’s life has she seen a house like this. Every inch of it, from the arched doorway all the way down the front hall, is intricately drenched in an aura of uncompromising wealth, a wealth of the likes she’s never seen. The floors, vast and cold and unyielding, are a polished white marble, and the loud, slapping sound of Lise’s bare feet echo against it throughout the hallway. She glances this way and that, attempting to take it all in as the old man, a platter with a couple of fancy looking beverages balanced expertly on one hand, guides them down the long, winding hall. White, thick candles glow warmly in golden sconces all the way down the tall black walls, the warm glow of them reflecting faintly off the marble floor. Alois is quiet and serene beside her, the candlelight flickering off his sharp, pale face, failing to warm the coldness of his eyes.
angela hepworthPublished 5 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Porn Again-Prologue
Sweet oblivion. Pure, sweet, uncorrupted oblivion...that’s what she tasted like on our first night together, and I dined on her soul like a madman in the most beautiful prison in which there was no escape. Candace Rhodes was her name...’Candy’, as I liked to call her, and man did she ever taste like the sweetest candy on Earth. Fresh out of college, the employment boom in South Florida wasn’t so much a boom for me as it was a faint trickle; a stark reminder of the challenges of life in the Bush economy. Somehow, the dream of one day owning a nice, palatial home in Miami withered down to a modest 2-bedroom dwelling in the Victoria Park section of Fort Lauderdale. Still, those early years with Candace made it all the more enjoyable and special.
lazarusInfinityPublished 5 days ago in Fiction Why a Zombie Apocalypse Is Inevitable
In the famous game and television series, The Last of Us, humanity is on the verge of ruin from a fungal infection that turns people into zombie-like creatures. This situation might appear to be from science fiction, but it has frightening beginnings in the real world. The real-world fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is also called the zombie-ant fungus, demonstrates the scary abilities that foreshadow a possible future danger to humans.
Amine OubihPublished 5 days ago in Fiction