Lottery of My Dreams_At the Bottom of the Garden_Remote Meeting Re: Presentation_Inextricably Linked
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Lottery of My Dreams
The moment I opened my eyes, I instantly felt an unfamiliar discomfort throughout my body, which I slowly realized were from the stiff cushions of a velvety red armchair that I sat in; My back was poised up by a handful of pillows which were in what seemed like all possible shades of pink. I looked down at my clothing and noted that a lace cuff was wrapped around each of my wrists on the fabulous cream blouse I was wearing. Below my blouse, was a long dark brown fish skirt that wrapped my hips, waist and legs perfectly, similar to the way wrapping paper wrapped a present: covering what’s insi...
At the Bottom of the Garden
The world was full of people that barely tolerated Benjamin James Reynolds. He spoke over people, he was clever and not humble about it. He took things apart without permission and he had an answer for everything. He never, ever said sorry. Benjamin James Reynolds was 11 and he was already the most infuriating person imaginable. He sat muttering to himself. Nimble little fingers twisted wires together, the harsh metal strands scratched his fingertips, but Benjamin didn’t notice. He was almost finished. A dismantled radio sat before him, the front panel was loose and a bundle of wires peaked ar...
Remote Meeting Re: Presentation
“Don’t get me wrong, Davey. It’s a nice slide deck. Ginormous graphs. Crushing overall length. It’s the verbiage itself. It’s too—what’s the word?—too comprehensible.”“It’s Dave, actually.”“It’s a good first stab, David. But to be candid? The language itself is a tad limp, sort of undynamic, like it’s obsessed with being plain. Borderline scrutable. What you want, though, is to build a pretty thick wall of text that’swww.onedoor.cc so baffling it can’t be questioned. Your ideal end goal is a cognitive load so heavy it smothers any chance of cross-examination. It really should fly over everybody’s heads. The...
Inextricably Linked
Her name was Lyona Torgersen, and she was one of a very special group of humans who came to be known as: Out-Breakers, but she was one of the first. Before they had a name. Before she came to realize there were others out there like her. Before the Sci-Focus Community was conceived... She was there, using her powers, but they weren't just her powers. She was part of a triad, a trio, a triumvirate, inextricably linked.It was the summer of her fifteenth year, a 70's baby, an 80's kid, now a 90's teenager, in the full blossom of awkwardness. It didn't help her social standing that she was a nerd-...