Time Travel_Hell Is Not What We Think_Operation Correction_Redolent
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Time Travel
Time Travel“You too, huh?” Jade looked up in embarrassment. Had she really been counting on her fingers? She laughed.“Twenty-nine years old and I still can’t figure out Daylight savings time. I don’t get it; how can they just change what time it is?”“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one” Liam reassured her. “I bet offices all over Australia are full of peeps like you trying to work it out the old-fashioned way.”“I just realllly don’t want to be late for work on Monday.”“Or early!”“Yeah, whichever one it is. Speaking of old fashioned, check this out.” She rummaged in her overflowing satchel. “S...
Hell Is Not What We Think
There are nine circles of Hell, each crafted to bring its trespasser to the breaking point. But what no one tells you, is that the true hell of it, is Hell is uniquely yours. Why send the outspoken, though in pain, to a place with companions to suffer and talk to? A bond www.onedoor.ccover misery is still a bond. No, their Hell consists of a room in which all life is absent. Silence their only companion. Or what about the greedy? You don’t send them off to hoard large rocks, hoping to drain every last ounce of avidity out of them through sweat and tears. No - you give them absolutely nothing in a world of ...
Operation Correction
“Can we do something about the ridiculous screams, it’s barbaric and is disrupting my work.”“Right away Dr. Ellory”A loud zap is heard throughout the office. Followed by silence. Dr. Ellory opens the file she had been carrying, hidden in the false back of her purse. She calls her superior. “The proposal looks good.” She takes a sip of her coffee. She prepares to say it. The thing they have all been waiting for. “We are ready for operation correction. At 13:00 a small lab-created asteroid will be shot from the lab, resetting the planet in an attempt to cleanse the atmosphere of all known poll...
Redolent
October 25th, 2015Olivia stirred at the inhuman sound rising from her empty stomach. Lazily, she glanced at the clock to see just how much time she had left before she HAD to roll out of bed. It was 9:30am. She bolted upright, cursing herself for forgetting to set her alarm last night. She had only been working at the newspaper for two weeks and being late is no way to make a name for yourself. Kicking her legs over the side of the bed, Olivia threw on the jeans she wore yesterday to dinner with her father and yanked a blouse off its hanger. God, what she'd do to be a kid again with zero respo...