The Upward Option_Power to Feign_SNIFFILIS !_The big, white bird
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The Upward Option
Everyone has wished or hoped or dreamed they could fly at some point in their lives. Free as a bird, finally untethered from their earthly troubles as they soar through the stratosphere. It’s a nice idea, but I can barely stand the troposphere myself.I’m no meteorologist, but Google says that 62°F is the average tropospheric temperature, and it can get as cold as -60°F. I went up to test it out a while back and… won’t be going that far up again. So lame.Then there’s the matter of landing. I don’t really watch superhero movies or read comics or anything, but I pulled up some stuff on YouTube as...
Power to Feign
He stood with his hands on his hips looking at the hundred year old red brick facade. He prepared himself to face multiple evils each trained with a specific deadly skill in order to reach the kingpin. He had trained for this moment his entire life. Even before he opened the door he could smell the strong scent of death in his nostrils. Carnations, he hated carnations. He took one last breath of fresh air then pushed through the doors of the church.The church’s vestibule had a small table with neatly stacked pamphlets for senior activities, youth events, and sign-in-sheets for other nefariou...
SNIFFILIS !
It all started at an early age, but it had gone unnoticed for years. Her parents and any related adults simply ignored it if they even saw it at all. Her friends surely witnessed it, but thought it was perfectly normal. Sometimes it would benefit her older brother, and on some occasion it would drive him crazy.As she grew older, it became more anchored in her persona. Her second grade school teacher, Mrs. McCarthy, had thought it was a bit unusual, but only noted it in the back of her mind.When Kathy wawww.onedoor.ccs in third grade, Aunt Marie was visiting from Nashville. She took Kathy and her brother, ...
The big, white bird
This story is about a boy and his pet. And don't think I'm talking about a boy who lives on a farm and befriends a small lion cub. No, this story is much more intriguing. And it starts at a hospital. It was the winter of 1918、 The great pandemic named the Spanish flu just spread all across the world, killing millions of people. At that time, I was working as a local nurse in America, Washington DC, to be exact. I have seen many people come and go in that time, but no one drew my attention as much as the young boy named William who arrived in June 1918、 I remember every aspect of him. From his...