Short-Stories

“Whoa, too cool.” Johnny said his body transformed into giant proportions when compared to the scrawny look he had before. “Can you get a load of this?” Johnny looked at his twin sister’s; they could only look at each other blankly, like they were standing in the mirror. “I really like the definition I have gained, the muscular.” Johnny twisted his body into a pose that lifted his chest, and he pumped and grabbed his arms in front of him. The mass was so overwhelming that it brought a few tears to his eyes. It was beautiful, Johnny thought, wondering how he had ever lived before. “Notice the hard ridge of hills that form on my arms when I squeeze my hands together.” Johnny said, looking at his arms over the large, defined muscles that might as well have been made of iron because of their sheer definition and power. He stayed in that position until his body started to coat his body with a clear coat of his power, also known as sweat. “My abs can be seen right through my black shirt

The moon Selune was high in the sky, the Tears following her in her orbit. There were few clouds, and her silver light bathed the land. It revealed a landscape of high grass and a few stunted and twisted trees. A ravine could be seen a distance away. Schantzsy could see shadows. Shadows in the moonlight. These shadows were moving. They were about 50 yards away. The shadows seemed man shaped, and man sized. They numbered about 30. They were moving towards the ravine. Schantzsy watched them from behind a bush. She had awakened during the night, with a sense of something nearby. Looking about silently, she had noted the shadows. Whatever they were. Schantzsy chewed on a blade of grass as she considered. The shadows were too far away to identify with certainty. It was likely they were orcs or goblins. Orcs were more likely, since goblins were shorter than the shadows seemed. It was also possible the shadows were cast by others. Traders, or merchants. Or Cormyreans, here

British East Africa, 1896 AD The mountain rose from the plain as a rugged dome of black rock with a crater for a summit. Jack Erwin figured his old man, ever the amateur geologist, would have identified this natural edifice as a volcano long gone extinct. Comparing it and its surroundings to the drawing on the yellowed map he had bought in Mombasa, he smiled. This had to be it, Mlima Unaometa, known in English as the Sparkling Mountain. Maulidi, the grizzled Swahili huntsman whom Jack had hired as his guide, hugged his musket with shivering arms the way a scared child might cling onto their doll. His eyes darted side to side as he faced the stone ruins that lay at the mountain’s southeastern foot. “There could be djinn here,” Maulidi said, “Allah please watch over us.” “I should’ve figured you’d be scared of ghosts, old man,” Jack muttered. Even he had to admit, if there was any place out here that would be haunted, it would be these ruins. Lichen-stained walls formed rings in

Clinical trials volunteers paid The therapeutic area can also impact payment — cardiovascular disease neurology endocrine gastrointestinal and blood disorders trials tend to pay the most Healthy volunteers £100 for each day you stay at the testing center Brain injury frontotemporal dementia ID card name Imogen Bennett Hidden disability potentiation oneirogen dream inducer psychoactive Souls thirst intense spiritual vivid surreal unconscious experience PSYLAB hedge fund eugenics enter number I remember London keys Research analyst paid clinical trials risk factor illness or disease caused Missing person notice board looking fo my sitster IN DER ZONE Every minute searching for somebody in the room restrained Turn back now believe confidence are you looking for me No one ever leaves stuck in the hospital PSYLAB clinical trials complete Saturday night breathless the taste of banana pure dream fusion Competition schizophrenia social security rewarded with money Biometric

"Vixen of the Dead" Even after all the work to return people's emotions, several crystals hung on the palace wall, glinting with red anger or purple fear. Their colorful, almost flirtatious, display only occasionally captured the diners' attentions. Queen Raynfall enacted this "criminal therapy" as an ill-advised attempt to protect Glacialane, even helping herself with her newfound remedy. But instead of ruling more logically, she slumped. Without emotion, there was no logical reason to care about survival. Cyras sat at her right, eyeing her over the sea of food. When she fought the queen, her will won out—her battle prowess was insufficient—but even after Queen Raynfall admitted her wrongdoing, the rebuilding process took time. Honestly, if the Queen's cabinet didn't notice she was depressed, then the chefs should have. The dining lounge was filled with offerings to the altar of Raynfall in the form of fatty cakes drizzled with chocolate. Vanilla wafers. Cocoa sprinkles. She

I'm staring at a blank page Trying to set up a stage Dust bunnies rolling through my brain Their giggling at my pain Texting friends about a rave Setting up a party on my grave Goodbye to my thoughts Call the church, set up the cross We have a struggle going on here What's going on in there!? I'm staring at a blank page My thoughts that need to rearrange Oh, no, not that song Oh no, they're using my ideas to play ping pong Please stop, make it stop I'll never get anything written up Dust bunnies, that it, that right I'm ready to start fight I'm staring at a blank page Hitting keys in a mad rage The dust bunnies cry-oh no, oh no, no, no, no! The dust bunnies cry-oh no, oh no, no, no, no! You know what? I don't care Otherwise, I won't get anywhere These bunnies think they got swagger I'll show them they're plainer than a soda cracker I'm telling them to get the heck out Swinging my head, I shout I've had enough of this drought Take your rave, and the heck out I'll be forcing

Exorcism (from Ancient Greek ἐξορκισμός (exorkismós) 'binding by oath') is the religious or spiritual practice of evicting demons, jinns, or other malevolent spiritual entities from a person, or an area, that is believed to be possessed Length of life unacceptable I dont enjoy living someone elses life When you die you die you only live once You are creating me my human being memory If you die I die kill yourself and I wont exist You are existing and living in your own Hell You are recreating things that dont exist You have to believe in what other people believe in If you dont you will not be somebody or human being Because you dont exist and they dont believe in you I only exist because im in other people in your mind That you can see and only you think exist Only you think I exist kill yourself and I wont exist And I will die Exorcism Dedicated to the service of the Church of Satan and its followers #Marquis #Accoster

Habits a settled or regular tendency or practice especially one that is hard to give up 10 habits of successful people who never work hard perfect time to concentrate involve only conscious effort like getting up early every day Others such as becoming organized The national curriculum is a set of subjects and standards used by primary and secondary schools so children learn the same things It covers what subjects are taught and the standards children should reach in each subject in a traditional manner In brief postmodernists claim that many of the practices and preconditions of politics in the modern world are being undermined by technological organizational social and above all cultural changes which create discontinuities incongruity dissonance fragmentation and dissensus steering your mind to a productive useful goal so you can reach the greatest port in the world peace of mind All in the mind psychosomatic Of a physical illness or other condition caused or aggravated by a mental

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