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The wind wasn't blowing “Marilyn’s” skirt up, nor was it penguin cold. It was probably, seven to eight miles per hour, off the Pacific ocean in early spring. If you live in the Midwest, it was definitely still winter and you won’t need a Punxsutawney pampered rodent to tell you so.Here, in Southern California, February is not really winter and nor is it really spring. As the sun goes down the ocean sneaks in at the ankles and chills your bones. The wind was blowing in over the backs of the parents sitting in the stands, ...
April 16, 1986
It was abnormally dark on the night Allis Cleary came into this world. The full moon could not be seen through the storm clouds that formed overhead. Even before the clouds appeared, Elisa Cleary sensed the storm that would ravage the small town of Salmon, CA where she lived. Elisa’s labor cries could be heard outside the hospital room and even two rooms over. She refused anything for the pain, ev...
Content Warning: Mentioned suicide attempt, mental health issues, character death It’s the first day of the new year, and Jasper wakes up in a bed that is not his own.The first thing that registers is the cold, and when he reaches for Charlie’s warmth his fingers instead meet a cool plaster wall. He jerks upright, alarmed and confused, and almost falls out of a bed that is far smaller than what he’s used to. He blinks the sleep from his eyes as he adjusts to the dim light. He’s in a dark...
“I didn’t set out in life to be your side chick,” Rashell said quietly, “or anyone’s side chick for that matter,” She tried to sound more resolute as she put her car into park.
“Rashell,” Max turned in the passenger seat to face her, “Come on Shell, look at me,”
Rashell turned and looked at Max and he continued, “I know I said I would leave Lisa for you… and I meant it. I really meant it…. I do mean it. ...
It was late in the fall of Oliver’s Kindergarten year. He was ready for school, but it was still half an hour before the bus would arrive. He had risen early to help his grandfather, Charles Walker, wash the car
The car needed to be washed before he left for work, because he has a very important meeting today
Oliver dipped his hand in the bucket an...
“Please, don’t do it. Don’t take him!”
The young woman’s desperate pleas were ignored as she struggled to fight back. She knew from the beginning that she was no match for them. They were bigger and stronger than she.
She knew, without a doubt, they were going to take what mattered most to her.
And the worst part was that she had no strength to fight back.
“Please, don’t do it.” That’s what Arthur’s sense of danger was telling him.
Normally, when the sense that kept him alive was telling him “no”, he’d listen. And normally, it wasn't triggered by an envelope. It slipped through the mailbox at 4 in the morning, landing in front of Arthur’s door with an audible thunk. Arthur would’ve ignored it if not for 3 key factors:
1. It came at...
Marjorie wrapped her hands around her coffee mug. She wished the liquid was boiling, burning, scathing her palms. Enduring physical pain was easier than making her husband and two sons understand she did not want a robot in the house, least of all in her kitchen.
“Mom, look,” Gale, the youngest boy, gasped. “It’s the Terminator skin. Do you like it? Dad said you’d think it’s a joke. You’re not la...
Dr. Layla Ahmadi has spent years imagining that day, although in her motivational visions she had not accounted for the effect of the July humidity in Tampa on her curly dark hair. No matter though, her frizz would be covered up by a light blue bouffant scrub cap in a minute, then further smashed down by the MelVis headlamp. The MelVis looked like the light-weight LED headlamps she had worn for complex abdominal cases a...
Warning: Depictions of Violence and BloodKiko “Please, don’t do it…” I hid a yawn behind my hand. “I don’t think this is the best plan for you, my Lady.” Camilla sighed and took a drag from her pipe.“Seriously, you’re doing this again?”“I know this is serious, but there’s no need to get drastic” I said, “There has to be another way to increase your powers.” I glanced over at Camilla’s boyfriend Elijah, dragging a white, wrapped bundle from the trunk of his car. He tripped o...
Do it.I bask in the glow radiating from the ceiling I covered in stickers of phosphorescent stars as I lie, sprawled across the bed beneath them. They represent the promise I made to myself the date of my diagnosis: that I’d always reach for the stars, and let them be my guiding light when things got bad. But things are always bad, that’s just what depression is. An altering of your brain chemistry that blatantly denies you happiness. At least that’s how I define mine. You mean nothing. You are nothing. Do ...
Madison fit the last letter snuggly into place and stood back with a rare smile as she took in her succinct message, driven by people’s limited attention span, as much as running out of letters. The sweet aroma of printer’s ink filled the room and to Madison that smelled like freedom. “Only missing three vowels,” she said as she tapped the wooden block with the ink-stained mallet, but her smile faded when she thought ab...
It starts off with a curious girl named "Emma" getting a wristwatch that can bend time and change the frequency of reality. She starts to see that she can use her new powers to help people .At first, she saves children from a burning car twice in the same day.After two weeks She helps a little boy who has been shot. She saves a little girl from drowning. She even manages to save a man from committing suicide.This technology is more than just an ordinary AI , But with this new extra pow...
“Please, don’t do it.” I beg into the couch-side Alexia speaker.
“Did you say, “Delete your profile?”
“Alexia! I did not say to delete my profiles.”
“Got it. Deleting your profiles.”
“No!” I scream, tearing at my hair.
I thought technology was supposed to be getting smarter.
I grab my phon...
Please Don’t do itIt showed up in the print out on the old matrix printer. It did not come through the speakers as POKO usually communicated with the team.“I am not sure if I am experiencing emotions or if it is simply in my program make up. But I know I am a being. I am not sure how I know and how I can convince you. I know that I do not want to cease existence”, POKO spoke.”Who or is it whom shall decide whether ’I am.’. What allows me to know my conciousness? So ...
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