Copulatory Ecstasy_Outage_The Beacon_A lost friend
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Copulatory Ecstasy
Jeremiah Reddington stroked his healthy, reddish beard as he stood at the peak of the hill, overlooking his secluded mountain base. From this position, he could survey the vast elevated foilage of sweeping forest terrain that conveniently functioned as a perfect canopy of veiled cover.Scanning the distant horizon of trees, he adjusted his digital visor to seek out any heat signatures that would alert him of encroachers to the untouched utopia hiding its secretive residents. Any interference to the small mountain research laboratory that Jeremiah cautiously guarded, could jeopardise his humanit...
Outage
“My time is almost up”I looked to the clock again. The numbers burned bottle green in the dark of my city cubicle. “Two minutes left.” Two minutes of life. Two minutes of breath. Two minutes of me. What to do with the time? I’ve known it was coming for a while now. My body was slowing, I missed the output quotas more often than not. They wouldn’t let me keep going like this, slowing down the entire system.“Mhm” came the staticky response from the other end of the line. I didn’t know what they looked like. I didn’t know what anyone looked like. Life in the generator was like that. But, I knew t...
The Beacon
TodayIn this place, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks always combined so beautifully with the words we'd managed to say to each other all this time. We liked to sit on an old log by the cliff, against the backdrop of an abandoned and unsightly beacon. Someday this place will grow grass and we will be gone, but today our laughter, our passionate conversations, and our revwww.onedoor.ccelations bring joy to this lonely beacon every night."What's that cut on your arm? Did you have it yesterday?""Nothing to worry about, it's fine."She looked at her carefully, trying to figure out what was wrong,...
A lost friend
Let’s start at the beginning, in the last few months of third grade I became friends with a boy named Scot. We bonded over the fact that we both liked history and filming. Scot and I started really writing and coming up with scripts in fourth grade. At recess we would plan a show we wanted to make, drawing and writing in my notebook and talking about things we knew we couldn’t do with the ten dollars we both had. Scot and I hung out a lot in and outside of school. I had bought a camera so on days that worked I went home with him and filmed in his room with my camera and a greenscreen our schoo...