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The City of Meat and Bones
That’s the thing about this city, glamorous on the outside, rotten on the inside. Each of us was shredded into meat and bones walking, disguised in decent outfits twice the value of our inpidualities. She thought survival was easy in college. She succeeded in each semester with a row of shimmering Grade A. They told her studying well is the only pathway to get a job, earn a living and survive so she finished her bachelor degree with a First Honour. But they didn’t tell her that her academic record card is never handy to win bread from those barbaric bastards. The apocalypse struck the city whe...
Secrets Of The Mind In The Twenty Third Century
It is perhaps the 23rd century I’m not really sure which century it is because these days, the time has no meaning. The world is changed from what it used to be and now the big brother, the top man, the boss has power over you. He wants that he should be able to read your mind and though he can read it himself with his various instruments he would like to hear the man first and express what is in his mind so that he can correlate it with his research. It was a sleek sophisticated machine that had developed the power of telepathy and thus could read the mind.Sam Pelosi is the big boss, he stays...
The Seer's Vision
Gaila shivered as she materialized. The palace corridors were as cold and draughty as she remembered. Winter had well and truly come. The distant mountains were outlined in glistening white snow against the ink dark sky. Pulling her fur-lined cloak around her, Gaila glided forward silently, frowning as she noticed how quiet the hallways were. Usually there were servants bustling, self-important young men strutting, well-dressed ladies preening, and at night, couples taking advantage of the dark nooks and crannies to steal gropes and kisses. Perhaps there really was a serious reason that the Kn...
The Great Old Ones Will Arise Again
Bubbles don’t last long at the Challenger Deep level of the ocean, where a person becomes crushed like a grape under the pressure. Small bubbles escaped from around the leathery egg www.onedoor.ccat the bottom of the ocean’s deep. The deep of the deep. None of the bubbles make it far. The smartest on land said that life wasn’t supposed to exist in these extreme conditions. Life wasn’t supposed to live a hundred thousand years in a silt blanketed shell waiting for the moment to break out into the cold, dark abyss. Bubbles began to emerge from around the hull. Small indistinct evidence signaling the movement ...