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Digital
PROLOGUE: DATING AND WAITING 11:20. That’s what the digital readout on the wall clock in the Digital Café, a local coffee hangout for the eclectic mix of students at Great Ridge State University, said. Brian Kenley fruitlessly compared his phone with the digital, satellite clock. Of course the times still matched up; just like the previous three times he had checked them. Ashlie Hahn had agreed to meet him at 10:45 for “just coffee;” this would be the make-up “of-course-NOT-a-date” after the three previous casual attempts to meet with one another. Like a fool, Brian always believed in her and had an excuse all set for her absence. Once the god of his mother’s understanding set a female peer with a pretty face and a great set of…x chromosomes…in front of Brian, all of the rules of his judgment of character were null and void. As for Ashlie, he had been determined that she was the prettiest face to ever cross his path ever since beginning his second semester at Great Ridge State. It was partially evident, even to him, where his ability to read a person’s character had left off when it came to Ashlie.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Chapters
Black Heart
She woke up with her mind spinning, and intense pain in her head made her feeble, rendering her unable to get up for a while. She struggled to recollect what had happened to her that left her in such a state, and suddenly it hit her that she had been drugged. She tried to regain control over her thoughts, and she remembered the last thing before slipping into unconsciousness: a strange image of a man.
By Madiha Masood3 years ago in Chapters
The Life of a Jewish Stripper
First let me say I have a great respect for strippers and sex workers of any type and not just because I was one. It is not an easy job. They put up with a lot of shit and most of them are great women who as the cliché goes have a heart of gold. To be honest I miss it every day of my life. I miss the money, the attention, the feeling of power over men and the comradery with the other women. It is not as a glamorous a job as it may seem. I thought it was something I would never want to do with the rest of my life but if I was twenty-five or thirty forever I probably would do it if not forever then as long as possible. Perhaps I am romancing the past, because when I was in it at the end all I wanted was to get out. I only wish I had saved as much money as I could instead of wasting it on my ex-husband's drug habit.
By Alla Kaplan3 years ago in Chapters
🌑 Whispers of the Abyss 🌑
The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as you and your friends sat huddled together. The air was thick with tension, a palpable unease that twisted your stomach into knots. Your friend's eyes bore into you with a mixture of desperation and something far more sinister.
By CosmicClip3 years ago in Chapters
St Fandom Academy Part 8
Blackadder stared at the vacant students in front of him like cockroaches to crush. He had been warmed that Class D had been a particularly challenging class to teach. With the likes of Eric Cartman, Vicky Pollard and Ash Ketchum, Blackadder could see their point. But there were others that caught Blackadder's attention for the wrong reasons. Students like Wendy Testaburger, founder of the Vegan Poets Society reminded Blackadder of the woke activists that threw baked beans at his banks.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Chapters
Serving Spoon
Adults look silly eating watermelon. But aren't funeral receptions inherently awkward? Fretful. Surely Aunt Rachel should have cut them into sticks (more dignified) rather than triangles. Instead of a feel-good summer snack, there's an air of humiliation in dripping rinds and wet chins. She should have known better.
By Erin Latham Shea3 years ago in Chapters
Beneath Six Feet
In the midst of life's bustling rhythm, an unnerving silence enveloped a small, dimly lit room. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the weight of inevitability. In the center of the room lay a coffin, its polished surface gleaming dully in the subdued light. The room's only occupant, Henry, sat alone, his thoughts consumed by the paradox of life and death.
By Rev Dr. Alexander Fenning-Sencherey3 years ago in Chapters
A PERFECT MORNING
What if I advised you that it doesn't have to be like this? Let's travel back to ancient Rome for advice from an unlikely Mentor. We've all had those mornings, haven't we? The alarm goes off, but instead of springing out of bed full of energy, we hit the snooze button repeatedly, attempting to postpone the inevitable start of yet another day. Emperor Marcus Aurelius of Rome Beyond his political prowess, Marcus Aurelius was a devoted stoic who left millions with a legacy of profound wisdom. His philosophy and way of life, painstakingly documented in his writings, provide important insights into how to begin each day with clarity and tranquility. Imagine waking up and, rather than feeling rushed or dreading the day ahead, looking forward to it and being prepared to face challenges. Come with me as I investigate Marcus Aurelius's old wisdom and discover how we may apply it to alter our mornings and perhaps Our Lives. Head on, you're calm and centered sounds fantastic.
By Ian Sankan3 years ago in Chapters
