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Taking a break from work, I was in a coffee shop, sipping my flat white and passively listening to the muffled sound of the news coming from the TV on the wall. The news was about the recent interest hike and its impact on ordinary people. âHomebuyers like me who have to downsize their life to meet their next mortgage payments. If the interest rate rises again, I may stop having coffee outside,â I thought with dread.The news moved on to a tropical storm in the southern part of India, the war in Uk...
âHi, what a lovely morning.â âI couldnât agree more.â âThis is a beautiful place!â âYes, it is a stunning place.â âLook at the superb scenery. The hills are a patchwork of colors, a tapestry of greens, yellows, and golds, interwoven with blue ribbons of rivers. Trees are tall and green. The air is fresh, saturated with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. Itâs a little slice of paradise.â <...
Eleanor leaned in as the clock struck midnight and pressed her lips against Markâs. It had been a long and tumultuous journey to get to this moment, but it had all been worth it. They had met three and half years ago at a coffee shop downtown. Eleanor had recently finished her law degree and was there to study for her bar exam. She sat at a table and nervously stared at her laptop, reviewing some bar test samples...
It had been over two months since Paul saw Laura last time. âWhere is she? Is she Okay?â he asked himself, worried about her wellbeing. It is written in our genes to think about bad events when we donât see a family member or friend or hear from them for an extended time. The closer the relationship, the greater our worry is. But Laura wasnât his family or friend. Paul didnât eve...
The first thing Robert noticed was the damp smell of a tropical forest. A strange mixture of the scents of fresh plants and rotten leaves filled his nostrils. Though the mercury was in the mid-seventies, the excessive humidity made it hot. His forehead was covered with sweat beads, occasionally getting to his eyes, burning them like hell. He dried his forehead with his shirtâs sl...
By seeing the garage sale sign in late Mr. Shepherdâs driveway, Michael slowed down his car and glanced into the garage on an impulse. It was packed. Obviously, Mr. Shepherdâs inheritors didnât want to keep any of their fatherâs belongings, so they put them all in that garage for a quick sale. John Shepherd was a retired army colonel, and his wife Martha was a retired primary school teacher. And they live...
âWake up, Karo. You have an important incoming call,â Sida, the voice in his head, said. âWho is it?â Karo asked with a sleeping voice. âItâs from the Planetary Union.â The name of Planetary Union made him fully awake. It was early in the morning, and his bedroom was still dark. He quickly checked the time via his Neuralink. He could have two extra hours of sleep before getting up for work. ...
âSirah, Sirah,â a distant voice called her name.Sirah tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were not in her command. They were heavy as if they were made of lead.âSirah.âShe heard her name again. Sirah was too exhausted to care and wanted to go back to sleep. She didnât recall when she retired to bed. She had possibly had a good long sleep, but her weary body was still craving for slumber.âWake up, Sirah,â the voice called again.âWho is calling my name?â Sirah asked herself. She didnât recognize the vo...
âDo you know Jack Prince is dead?â Mike said while placing the saddle on his horseâs back. âPrince is dead! When did it happen?â stunned Wyatt asked. âHe was healthy and strong like a stallion.â âApparently, a lightning bolt struck the bastard while riding on the prairie. The force of the lightning disintegrated him and his horse into unrecognizable pieces.â Mike stated happily. âThe bastard finall...
A week after Abigail Whitakerâs funeral, her two children reluctantly began going through their motherâs belongings. To sell the valuables, donate usable items, and discard the rest. But it wasnât an easy task. Abigail was a hoarder her entire life, and she couldnât easily throw things away. She kept postcards, some of which belonged to sixty to seventy years ago. And like a zealot, Abigail kept all belongings of her late husband, who was listed as MIA in the Vietnam war decades ago. She loved her husband dearly and waited all ...
It was the third time in a row Martin saw the man. A stranger that didnât belong to that small community. First, he saw him at the local news agency, wearing a dark suit and tie, browsing the magazines. Then, he picked up a camping and caravan magazine, The RV Great Escape, and casually flipped through the pages. The manâs dress and demeanor didnât match with a nature lover. He was a city born and bred person who knew nothing about nature, camping, and so RVs. He looked like a law enforcement agent, an undercover police detective, or FBI ...
Even though it was long past midnight, Blake was still in the lab. He was anxiously checking their program for the next dayâs experiment. It was once a lifetime experiment. If it was successful, it would change the world as we know it today. It could rewrite history. Blake imagined a world that had never experienced a war, a world without world wars one and two, a world that had never seen black death, Spanish flu, or ot...
The sound of the mobile phone alarm woke Darren up. It was still dark and the room freezing cold. It was a crime to leave the warm and cozy bed on that cold winter Monday morning. But Darren had a job, and there was no way to stay in bed and continue his sweet sleep. Darren was a graduate civil engineer and had recently secured his first job. And there were many more unemployed graduate civil engineers willing to ...
The antigrav taxi gradually descended and soon landed at the hotelâs arrival zone on its roof. The Golden Shrine Hotel was a tall, sixty-story tower. It initially was a residential building, but because of the large number of pilgrims visiting the planet and the holy shrine of Veron, the mausoleum of the Sora Veron, founder of the Veronist faith, a billionaire bought the tower and converted it to an upmarket hotel. <...
Jemma lifted another disposable plastic cup from the floor and dropped it in the large purple rubbish bag she held. âThis is the twentieth cup I collected!â She said. âI didnât count, but I guess I collected the same amount, and the floor is still littered with more cups andâŠ.â Sam stopped and looked at the roomâs dirty floor, then added, âand too many other things, spoons, forks, plates, food, a slice of pizza, a...
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