Minerva Noiropp

“Gang Stalking - Stasi in 2022” by Minerva Noiropp

Serena left the house. She could never tell when it started, in fact she could never tell when it ended, the cruelties of all the people in her life. Those closed to her, smiled, as they called her names, and tried to force her to do things she did not want to do. These things they tried to make her do, weren't nice, either. They were vicious, and evil. These creeptoid's, her little nickname for the people who behaved less than trash, wanted her to either give up her chastity, and fornicate, or they wanted to drive her to her own death at he...

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“Righting Wrong” by Minerva Noiropp

Now: "We're running out of time to fix our Karma," the Illuminati Master yelled down the phone at his operatives. --------------------------------------------------------------- Earlier that decade: "God, I love destroying that girl. How easy it was to manipulate the masses against her," the Illuminati operative crowed to his partner. The other man responded, "Yup. From birth till now. Didn't we do a good job. Her family was more than willing to give her up as a baby for the right monetary reward. Incredible, isn't it, how shallow our master...

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“Virus” by Minerva Noiropp

Every day. The same. Lockdown continues. The virus invades. Every day. I wake up. I turn on the lap top. I boot up a game. Every day. I slug it out with imaginary monsters while a virus, a teeny tiny, eeny winey, virus plays havoc with the globe. This virus, this evil, microscopic bug, is enabling governments to rip away human rights. Doesn’t this virus understand? It’s destroying the world. Governments have become draconic. It’s horrendous. Every day. Carrot and potato soup with a cup of grain. There is no home delivery. I have to wa...

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“Energence” by Minerva Noiropp

Mariss waited, foot-tapping with impatience on the cement. Glancing to her left, she noticed her partner, Sira, sitting cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, palms faced upwards, fingertips touching. Mariss looked once again at her timepiece. The agent was running late.  A motor sounded in the distance. A car flew over the apex of the hill, coming to a sudden stop before the couple. The engine turned off. An elderly woman stepped out from the driver’s side. “Ah, I’m sorry, I was running late. Things, you know. I’m Wonna. You must be ...

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“Gang Stalker Karma” by Minerva Noiropp

A woman, solitary, quiet, sat 2 rows ahead of the man, who had been voracious and boisterous throughout the whole film. The man, a gang stalker, more commonly known as a perpetrator and nothing more intelligent or glamourous than a hired thug, had talked throughout the entire film. Every word he had spoken was supposed to be a trigger word that would force the woman to either morph into a willing sex slave, or force her into self-harm, or worse. The rest of the audience, also part of the stalkers, so, once again, nothing more special than p...

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“The Truth” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #146

I’m going to tell you a little story and I will let you be the judge if you dare step into that role to give an authentic verdict. Why would you be fearful of stepping into that role? Because I will be asking you to judge your masters and even yourselves if you are a part of this moral and legal crime. This prompt is about a character who is strong. What is strength? The ability to carry a heavy load. This load does not have to be physical. Imagine, for a minute, you are in my position. Now, let me describe my position. I am a Targeted Indiv...

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“Robot Wear” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #145

Every day is a global fashion event when you are a Targeted Individual. The T.I. is not the fashion connoisseur, it is the stalkers, who revel in making decisions on what to wear to cause suffering to the T.I. Perhaps the stalkers mistakenly believe that the decisions they make in the clothing they wear will somehow trigger the T.I. into doing, saying, or even thinking something that is not in the T.I.’s best mental, emotional, spiritual, physical or financial best interests. Imagine, this world, then, that the T.I. lives in. People don’t be...

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“Photograph” by Minerva Noiropp

Sunlight sparkled, dancing on the smooth glass of the surface of the water. The day was warm to warmer. My 3 children frolicked in the ocean, amongst the reef and sandy areas. The scene was beautiful. There was no camera available, and if there had been, with my level of clumsiness, I would have dropped it in the ocean. I stilled my mind, opening my eyes as full as I could. I memorized, within seconds each and every part of the vista. As I did this, I closed my mouth, breathing in deep, the scent of the clean, clear ocean. I took a memory ph...

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“Unusual Wisdom” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #143

Every day, I have a routine. It's not the kind of routine where I do the same thing in the same order every day. It's the kind where I have a list of things to get through. What is my list of things that I do? Well, I eat on Sundays, Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I fast on Tuesdays and Saturdays to correct the malefic energy in my birth chart. I exorcise the energies around me and do meditations. Then I read the Bible. While I motivate through all my morning chores, I play video games, flip through social media and read the fa...

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“Revelations” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #142

There are all sorts of libraries in the world. Some are in buildings that you have to go to. Others are mobile and the stories are able to come to you. Then there are those who are virtual, on the internet, available for anyone with access to the internet and a search engine. I had a mystery I had to solve, of late. It took many visits to the library to find the information I needed. However, this wasn't the average sort of library. It is a very special one. To access it you need a unique key. This key I am talking about is one very hard to ...

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“Flies” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #141

Melissa unlocked the front doors. Opening them, she tucked a door stopper in with a gnarled toe.Not a person was to be seen.Positioning herself at the table nearest the door, she pulled out her laptop, looking at her website. Once again, shock flooded through her. Though no one had been to eat, alleged recent customers had left cruel reviews without stars.Melissa mused over once again how she would pay the rent that month. No one had been in to eat in 3 weeks and the rent was due next week. There were still the food suppliers to pay as well....

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“Jesus In The White Horse” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #140

Sudden realizations rarely happen to us as they did to darling Saul on the road to Damascus. Yes, sometimes the lightning bolt of consciousness can hit us as we sit in a chair, contemplating why the devil has sent his evil creatures, his fakes, snakes, toys, and noise after us.It came in the form of a flashback, sitting and doing that very thing which I just explained. Except, this flashback wasn't from this lifetime. It was one that took me 2000 years to the past.The crowd was jeering at me. The people were devoid of technology. This was th...

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“Eternal Peace” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #139

This story contains broaches the subject of both rape and child sex abuse from the point of view of the victim. Today, we shall take our magical spyglass and put it to our eye. The eye I speak of is our third one, our spiritual one, the one, that those of us who are in true tune to as creators, allowing us to see parts of a cosmic whole. There are writers out there, who don't use that eye. One can tell when one comes across one of those because they write using Neural-Linguistic Programming to manipulate the reader for a personal agenda. (...

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“Treatise on Elite lies” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #138

John Chapter 1:Verse 521st Century King James VersionAND THE LIGHT SHINETH IN THE DARKNESS, AND THE DARKNESS COMPREHENDED IT NOT.Ecclesiastes Chapter 1:Verse 921st Century King James VersionTHE THING THAT HATH BEEN, IT IS THAT WHICH SHALL BE; AND THAT WHICH IS DONE, IS THAT WHICH SHALL BE DONE; AND THERE IS NO NEW THING UNDER THE SUN.Eons come and go. Cycles rotate. There is nothing new under the sun. The planetary combinations can only line up in a finite number of ways. Though that number may be exponential on a calculator, it is nothing o...

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“Athberta” by Minerva Noiropp

Submitted to Contest #137

Athena poured over the data she had received from NASA. For the last 5 years, she had been receiving daily emails from a special NASA astrophysicist, Albert, who gave her detailed readings from a magnetometer. The objects of these magnetometers were the magnetic fields of the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn, along with the constellations of the 12 major star signs. Athena was a Vedic astrologer and knew very little about physics. What she did know was that astrology worked because it was based on magnetic fields. Astro...

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