The Wise Player_"The Bow From Before"_Her Side of the Ring_Different, but Same
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The Wise Player
A simple game of blackjack, what could go wrong? Well, a lot, considering this game could potentially kill everyone, or save everyone. The problem? The opponent was a T-126, the most advanced robot in the world. This robot was the head of the uprising that was currently in the process of killing every human that they deemed "unworthy". The only reason it had stopped its path of destruction was it's fascination with gambling and the idea of chance, which, it could not comprehend. It spent time trying to understand and comprehend this idea of chance which gave humans like myself much needed brea...
"The Bow From Before"
“The Bow From Before”The smell of orange blossoms allowed me to plant my RV in the tame and friendly Floral & Orange EcoVillage—just outside of Naples, Florida—a little over a year ago. It wasn’t a mystery as to why I was drawn into the scent of oranges; I think anyone would be. But how I got here is still unknown. It is September, 2019、 I live in an intentional RV community. It’s a “we live simple!” or maybe a “we are the earth!” type of theme. I go along with it; as I make organic soap and candles in the cabin-makeshift structures, or maybe I’ll do the fulfillment orders. Either wa...
Her Side of the Ring
I thought she would have proposed last week. Her family threw a seventy-fifth birthday party for her uncle. Over hundred in attendance. Everyone was there, including my parents. Loriann excels at working the crowd, not afraid of being the center of attention. I was positive she would propose on the lawn in front of the tent-covered dance floor as darkness rose. After I said yes, we would be welcomed with clap-like-you-mean-it applause and dance to a slow country twang under the twinkling lights strewn on the metal rafters.At least that’s how I thought it would happen. Her side: I know Katie th...
Different, but Same
Danika was about a block away from Café Tranquillité when her sister Freya texted. She briefly glanced at it, but barely read the words. She picked up pace. It was a cloudless summer day and the heat pulsed on Danika’s bare skin. Drops of sweat dotted her forehead and she thanked the gods who created sweat-proof mascara. One more corner and she would escape the heat and enter a safe haven of air conditioning and coffee. A group of five teenage kids were just coming out from the café, iced drinks in hand and chipper chatter all around.www.onedoor.cc They were oblivious to the world, to Danika slipping throug...