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62 Flat Earth Society
It turned out the Earth really was flat. All of his data, which he knew to trust unconditionally and whose accuracy was beyond reproach, was tweaked. He had corrected for a decimal place here, a pixel there--Voila! We were so wrong all these years. About so many things. There was a new wind a'blowin'.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Grey Wood
The Grey Wood was silent in the morning fog, like ghosts walking at dawn. The earth was still the way it always was before it came alive. He stood there among the giants. Their roots crawling deep into the soil where they had fostered strength and wisdom from ages long since past. He let his fingers brush against their rough-wood skin as he passed by them. Tahtanah (Redwoods) was their name, or the name his people knew them by. Sentinels of the realm, they stood their vigil and never a word… but, he knew; they watched, they heard; they knew all... he could feel it.
By R. B. Booth3 years ago in Fiction
Ashes to Ashes
The Captain’s “medical leave” was suspicious with a feel of relief and suspicion. John’s gratitude rush was a well-deserved break from the suffocating case and an opportunity for him to clear his head. However, he still felt some lingering doubts inside of him. Was this actually about his welfare or just a smart way of keeping him at arm’s length as they carried on with their investigations?
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
They Come from Below. Content Warning.
“Shhh, you can’t say anything, or the monsters will get you,” his sister Emily whispered in the pitch-black room. Joseph nodded, scared if he moved his head too much, it would hear his hair rustling, but he would be quiet. He always was.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Quick and Cold
I sat on the edge of the hard couch, the paper towel sticking to my bare bottom. The flimsy gown barely covered my nakedness. I bit my lip and fidgeted. The doctor's voice droned on. I caught words like "outpatient", "very quick", "routine", "after care". She pointed to her clipboard, going through the list of side effects and risks.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Death Sings
Floating out of the grey of the early dawn he had come. A phantom. A spectre. Lone and undeterred, unerring in his way, hailed by the blood song no mortal ear could hear. Down from the mountains came the misty white. It strode like ghosts through the wood, tiptoed over the sodden earth into the meadow and wreathed him who should not be.
By R. B. Booth2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Damage
Sicily | 1943 Peering out of a pair of double glass doors, Rosalie took in the marvelous view of Canicatti’s rolling, emerald knolls, and the town’s vast array of sandstone, clay, marble, and brick structures ranging as far back as the fourteen-hundreds. Corrado paced back and forth, unimpressed with the view, and more concerned with their wrongful imprisonment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
