The Prophecy in the Stars_Autobiology_The Last Meteorologist_The Unread
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The Prophecy in the Stars
Greetings avid readers. Allow me to welcome you to another one of my unusual stories. This one is a bit different, which is why I am speaking unto you in this manner. The name was generated by their title generator. I found it quite appropriate considering my interests and the tea I stumbled onto a few days ago.This one is a mixture of fact and fiction. I have based the fact on past evidence. I will even give you a website address to do your own research at the end. Who knows that it may inspire you to become an amateur astrologist. The fiction part may or may not be fiction. It is a predictio...
Autobiology
I woke up from the most relaxing sleep to realize that it had happened again. Now, usually, I would adjust to the change in circumstances by learning my function and trying to be quiet, tame, polite and even inconspicuous (a good word; a word that I was learning to use more and more often when I was on my own). But this felt a little bit different. Someone had decided that I needed to transfer my essence to various parts of the body. This really could be the worse form of reincarnation anyone could imagine, and I thought that I was in hell the first time it happened (or was it – is it – purgat...
The Last Meteorologist
I walked through the large glass doors, the peeling KLVC Las Vegas stencil now barely visible. I was greeted by a blast of hot air and the overpowering scent of industrial grade candles and sweat. I paused in the entryway, allowing my eyes to adjust to the gloom. Like any commercial building, the National Environmental Responsibility Agency (the agency created when NASA was dismantled and their scientists re-tasked with solving the impending climate disaster) had retrofitted the radio station with solar panels and a micro wind farm on the roof. We probably would have had enough electricity to...
The Unread
Losing the capacity to read crushed me. True, I no longer had to conceal my literacy, but that was hardly any consolation. Still, I didn't regret what I did. I would gladly do it again.I hobbled using my cane across the village square to the beverage stand I frequented. Only a few days ago, my eyes recognized writing everywhere. Now the images of the words fell on the retina of my eyes, but the mind no longer registered their form. I couldn’t even picture the alphabet anymore. Thewww.onedoor.cc Arkeoni had “corrected” me, no doubt making doubly sure the suppression chip wasn’t defective this time.Pointing t...