Sins of The Father_Shhhhh!_A Meaningful Contribution_What You Leave Behind
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Sins of The Father
What’s the point of being superhuman, of trying to make the world a better place if someone out there is counteracting my work? I’d guessed there were others like me out there doing what I do. I was naïve to think they would all have humanities best interests in mind.I hide in the home of a climate change activist. She’s asleep in her bed, next to her boyfriend. They don’t know what’s coming. I use chloroform on both, then inject a sedative that will knock them out for a few hours. I don’t want them to witness what’s going to happen.Their home is covered in posters about how humanity has alter...
Shhhhh!
Shhhhh! They called it spring. Intellectual crocuses sent shoots peeking throughwww.onedoor.cc encrusted snow. After years of unrest followed by martial law, curfews began to be relaxed. The generation who came of age during the darkness began to explore the potential offered by their rediscovered liberties. The young man known as ‘Roach’ entered the library. Though warm outside, he wore a hoody pulled over his shaven head. He stepped to the counter and asked for Twigs. From her desk, Madeline looked at him. “Twigs? A book…? Oh, uhm… You mean Dorothy?” “Twigs, Dorothy, Scarecrow… all the same to me.” He s...
A Meaningful Contribution
When Zyra's family had been allocated the land and the house for free, they did not mistake it for a gift. It was, however, an opportunity for the family to rise above the unfortunate circumstances that had displaced them all. Zyra's mother had lost her Singaporean citizenship as they'd been on public assistance for far too many generations. Nevertheless, her skills had kept them afloat in the early years that the family had settled on the wet Florida coastal town.She opened a chili crab restaurant under their stilt house. People ate her food on plastic tables when it was dry and in their boat...
What You Leave Behind
“Mom! Mom!” I woke abruptly to the panicked whisper of my ten-year-old, Benji, who was also shaking my shoulder. Adrenaline shot my body upright and I grabbed his hands, which had started to move toward his temples. Pulling out his hair was a fairly new development, gradually worsening after the death of his father, my husband, six months ago. He had started with pulling out eyebrows, then eyelashes, and had recently started with the hair at his temples. Fear bloomed in my chest, but I shoved it down and gentled my grip on his hands, shifting into soothing mode. “Shhh shhh shhh,” I whispered...