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Date unknown. I write not out of clarity, but necessity. A compulsion gnaws at me, one I cannot name, only obey. The sky today is bruised with storm clouds. The air carries the tang of ozone, yet no rain falls. It’s strange how I notice these details; they’re as familiar to me as the lines of my hands, yet they do not comfort me.  I walk. Always walk. Endless cities, barren fields, mountains that scrape the belly of the heavens—all pass under my feet. Yet each place feels like a half-forgotten dream, vague and fleeting. I have no ...
The fog felt like a curtain drawn over the world, thick and unyielding. It smothered the Whitechapel streets in ghostly shrouds, muting every sound except for the echo of my own hesitant steps. A dog barked somewhere—ragged and distant, swallowed by the mist. The scent of wet stone, pipe smoke, and stale beer clung to the air. As I walked, a shiver slid down my spine, though it had nothing to do with the cold. I should have turned back. But retreat was impossible. Not tonight. The memories pressed too hard, a suffocating weight I couldn’t be...
“Pst....pst....”  I glanced over at the man sitting opposite me with a quizzical expression. The dim lighting and my choice of a secluded corner in the otherwise bustling pub only heightened the mystery surrounding this unknown figure, shrouded in a tattered robe, as he tried to capture my attention. ...
They hated each other. Profoundly, irrevocably, and with a passion that would make a supernova jealous. Dr. Evelyn "Eve" Cartwright, a brilliant but utterly self-absorbed astrophysicist, and Colonel Rex "Rhino" Ramirez, a gruff, old-school military man, were the yin and yang of human incompatibility. Eve, with her penchant for obscure equations and disdain for anything remotely practical, saw Rhino as a Neanderthal with a uniform. Rhino, in turn, viewed Eve as a walking, talking, highly intelligent threat to the sanctity of common sens...
Hey there! I'm a storyteller who loves to weave tales of compassion, friendship, and danger mixed with a little drama, a little bit of sass.
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