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The Point of No Return
Turn the page. Don’t ask me what happens next. I can only tell you what happened the last time. The last time I died.My Life as Fish, as recalled by a silverfish, 2 April 2000Last time, I stepped off the curb, and a delivery guy, Orhan, Turkish, 23, recent immigrant through green card lottery, racing on his bike, speeding the wrong way on Morton street, to deliver an order of shish kebabs and zucchini fritters to Number 52, Apartment 3B, slammed into me. The first me, the me that was reading while walking and not looking, little boy Macchlu, also known as Fish, I was finished. On the way to ...
Natures Greatest Warrior
The moon was bright and clear. Tiny yips came from the ‘mothers’ den, where one of the female wolves, Hala, had just givenwww.onedoor.cc birth to her pups. Her mate, Stone was waiting anxiously for the news on how she was. The pack healer, Zula came out of the den with a calm expression on her face. Storm prayed to Mother Nature that Hala was alright. Zula came up to Storm and said, “Congratulations Storm”. Zula walked away with an amused expression upon seeing Storm so happy and excited. Storm waited until the morning to visit his dear mate. “Hala needs rest...” he thought, pushing away the temptation to b...
Shot Game
I met an angel once on a brisk night in early November at a bar in New York City. I’ve never been a religious man. I wouldn’t even say spiritual, but after it happened I considered changing the way I looked at a lot of things. I knew it was the beginning of the end. Or maybe the end of the beginning. Guess it all depends on the perspective. Either way, the world hasn’t been the same since. I walked in to The Hemline around seven o’clock that evening and looked for a seat at the bar. This was usually a fairly busy time for the haunts of the Fashion District, that witching hour between when the ...
The Occult
“It’s still hard to believe that a nutrient block like this can give us the calories and other nutrients needed for a single day given how much we work” I lamented to Bennet, my tagged work partner as we chowed down our ‘lunch’, a tasteless brick the size of a fruit bar yet packed with the nutrients of three meals.Me and Ben had been friends since we were born, hell we were more than friends I guess. We worked together, ate together and even lived together in the same district. We were partners in this shitty world. Both of us were both drone workers for the occult, a cult which worshipped ‘Mo...