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Return of the Undead
"Run! Run for your lives," screamed Fred, an officer in a small African Village in Rwanda as a nuclear bomb was dropped from an invading army. Fred, who was familiar with nuclear weapons though never seeing or using them because of how poor his village was, knew the dangers that were coming. So far, in the last six months, they had seen their crops devoured by locusts, a massive earthquake wiping out some nearby villages, and a huge outbreak of Ebola. If Fred had any guesses, he would be saying that the apocalypse was upon them. Unfortunately, most of the villagers thought he was crazy. Yet, F...
Diary of a teenage robot
Dear diary, My name is Andrea Kingsley, and I am 15 years old. I am just like every other teenage girl; I love movies, boys, and music. I am the head cheerleader, an A student, and I am class president for the freshmen class. However, I have a big secret that would get me and my mother killed if it was discovered.We love in the year 2199、 Mankind has greatly advanced science technology, especially the Androids. Scientists have created Androids to be helpful to humans. They were made to be servants, in reality. They are the nanny's, the chefs, the trash collectors, car washers, you get it. They...
Backcountry Hiking in Gorgoroth
Jackson LowellSeptember 18, 2020Backcountry Hiking in GorgorothI’ve always loved waking up in a tent. The first thing you see in the morning is a familiar deer hide ceiling which suppresses the uneasiness felt from rising in a foreign land. Gorgoroth is probably as foreign as it gets for most folks this side of the Misty Mountains. It is the proverbial Timbuktu; perpetually far away from everything, no matter what corner of the map you find yourself on.Today marks three weeks since leaving the king’s land and nearly a month away from my farm and family. The old lady will have to hold things ...
Sticks and Souls
I'd like to think that if I www.onedoor.ccwere human, I would have become a geologist. That future was so close, a minnow's breath away from gracing my fingertips, it's golden light seeping into my hands and tingling up my arms. And then I was thrust backward, as if taken by the scruff of my neck, and the happy left my skin. I was but a young soul, yet I knew what had happened. A new tingle at the back of my skull, a sense of purpose and duty that hadn't been there before, dragged me down with its own gravity, and I had been given a Task. One that would never be completed, one that would never fulfill me or...