life
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I opened my mouth to counter that statement, but had no argument. What did I do with my life? I wasn’t invested in my job. I played games, watched videos, scrolled social media. My outside activities involved others prying me out of the house to participate—otherwise, I wouldn’t have made the effort. I had no…
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I make a mental note to later slip the volunteer my business card (“Your life is written in the stars, and Jade can read the handwriting!”), then I blow the whistle given to each pair of searchers, alerting everyone that little Bobby Calloway’s been found. When we started out this morning, the volunteer coordinator told…
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So, on those dead days in your lost mind, when the sky is gray and the sun won’t shine, and everything seems like it’s fallin’ behind, and you find yourself confused on the losin’ end of the livin-grind, you know you had (probably still do) the guts to go nuts, cut the cord loose, and…
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Mr Henley, a good magician, like a good man, can control the whole mood of a party. A corporate gig where the boss needs to be ridiculed gently to show he’s one of the team too. A child who believes for a moment that a rabbit has come from a hat. A mad group of…
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The cold night air felt good on my tear-stained cheeks. I walked alone back to my car parked on the side of the street when I heard a scream up ahead of me. My breath caught in my chest and I peered through the darkness in search of the scream. It was definitely a female’s…
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Morning light advances slowly across the snow, testing surface and contour, revealing texture rather than spectacle…
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In a dystopian future where death is processed via EulogyOS, Sam is mistakenly declared dead and faces a bureaucratic nightmare while navigating a world reliant on algorithms. As he fights to reclaim his identity, he learns that his digital persona has become more valuable than the real him. Sam must decide whether to erase his…
