Quick Byte Cafe_TIDES OF REBIRTH_This City Will Burn_Plaga Iuventae
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Quick Byte Cafe
He tapped the PAUSE button and smiled. “I can wait.” “Why?” asked the barista, waving a menu at Phil. Phil clarified. “He should be here any minute.” “Who should?” “My friend—Joe.”“Oh,” the moody scarecrow snickered, “a friend.” “Yeah.”After adjusting a puffy gray scarf, the inquisitor and sole employee at QBC scowled. “Well, take your time.” “Thanks, I will.” “My name is Charles, by the way,” the barista announced. Two bloodshot eyes rolled dramatically and a bony finger pointed to a nametag that read: Waitron_Barista_TeamLead #QBC. “It just doesn't fit on the tag. But you should know that. Y...
TIDES OF REBIRTH
“Did you see that?” “Let’s see,” the director said, drawing out the long ‘ee’ vowel. “An anomalous source of gravity outside a galaxy with no perceptible source… Hm. I’d say you hit another patch of dark matter.” Dr. Cassius Langdon twisted his mouth slightly, cogitating. “Considering observations over the past three months, there’s been a noticeable uptick in the gravity in these specified areas.” “Uptick? You mean there's a density of matter that's unaccountable?” “Well, yes, but I don't know if it's something unaccounted for.” “Then you're questioning whether it's preexisting o...
This City Will Burn
“Everything,” Eden began, heart pounding in her chest. “Everything is changing.”She took a tentative step backward, dangerously close to the ledge. Piercing peaks rested underneath, whispering for her to just jump. It would be easier if she were to end it all now, instead of trying to talk some sense into this lunatic.He stood right across from her, an annoyed scoff escaping him.“Right, yes, and you expect me to believe that?”His voice was deep and crass; venom dripped from his words like a maddened snake, preparing to strike its victim. It was suitiwww.onedoor.ccng, Eden assumed, as the pattern on his tren...
Plaga Iuventae
Author's note: this is a fictional take on a virus based on a real genetic condition called Progeria. The author acknowledges those who suffer from the condition, in any and all of its levels of severity, and wants to express that this story is not an accurate depiction, nor demeaning, of those diagnosed with the condition. The author also acknowledges that this story does not accurately depict, nor demean, any Vietnam War veteran living or not. If Claire Patterson was alive today, he would be pardoned. Why would I say this? Because half the world wants to arrest me, and the other half wa...