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New World Experiment #2,613,937
“Hey, can I see your world? Mine is a bit… hard to look at right now.” After years of studying civilization and creating new universes, it baffles me how we’ve gotten nowhere. I doubt my research looks any different than my coworker’s, but I allow him to have a look anyways. “Eek. That’s what’s been happening in mine. I don’t get it. No matter what we do, how many challenges and gifts we give to our experiments, they always end like this. Why?” I peer through my glass screen again, watching the small people in New World Experiment #2,487,519 run out into the streets screaming. The New World Re...
Bonfire Buddies
“What are you doing?” I lean over my best friend Alana’s shoulder and peer at her phone, trying to not become further blinded by the astounding amount of light that’s coming from the screen. “Turn your brightness down, woman.” She ignores me and turns in her camp chair, nudging me with her shoulder. “I’m texting Kalyn.” “Ohhhhh, Kalyn,” I slur in her ear. She huffs and continues typing. I sit back down in my own chair and poke at the fire, listening to Alex and Dessi argue about where the North Star is. “No, it’s in the Big Dipper!” “But look at that one!” Alex desperately flings his arm out a...
Your Poor Rick
Trigger warning: depression and suicidal ideation“We saw your poor Rick,” thwww.onedoor.ccey say in the grocery store aisle. I smile, unconvincingly, and compare jars of spaghetti sauce that I don’t even want. “We heard about your poor Rick,” they say, half turned on the pew in front of me at church. I sit alone and nod at their thoughtful concern, which is, in truth, neither thoughtful nor concern. “How is your poor Rick,” they say to me on the sidewalk, where I’m gardening and minding my own business. It isn’t a question. It's schadenfreude. Who else but the Germans could have coined a term for the self...
The curious soul drowns in 3 inches of water
I am a curious soul. As such I'm also in a perpetual state of being 'a student'. I had been taking classes at my local state college for years now and when i realized that wasn't going to make me money i had to get a job. With my various certifications i was almost qualified as an EMT but not quite. Honestly i only took the CPR and first aid classes because this girl from my fencing class was doing it. I had no military experience but I'd taken a couple karate classes on campus. I could type but so what, so can everyone. I can sort of program but not good enough to get paid. I was no mechanic ...