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The Closest Light..."The Closest Light Casts the Darkest Shadow"The Closest Light...7 years ago in Short Story
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Vanity was never a foreign thing among humanity; beauty was appreciated then as it was now. The changing times, however, would bring with it an insatiable thirst for timeless beauty. Although beauty was, as they said, in the eye of the beholder, the beholder was constantly accosted by the idea that beauty stemmed from youth. To a further extent, youth was the flagship of longevity – a pampered immortality.
Immortality was only a few, "easy", payments away. It was no longer a gift for those so worthy but a product ready to be sold not to the highest bidder, but to the masses.
" Life Beyond Life; Beauty Beyond Measure.
Dignity; Pride; Love.
Love Yourself Again and Smile A Healthy Smile.
Avalon's Healing Hands are Open for You!"
This commercial - narrated by a soft, inviting, feminine voice - was but one among an army of broadcasts issued over the seemingly endless multitude of digital billboards erected about the cocooned city of P
Nature De MereNature De Mere7 years ago in Short Story
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Paris, 2054. The night was dark and cold, the beginning of winter was close at hand. Soon snow would fall instead of the blanketing sheets of rain that fell upon the twisted and complex labyrinth of Paris. This night would be remembered by all – especially Julian Brenan. The 71 was his favourite bar, not too far from home and not too far from Tour Eiffel subway station where he worked. But as he shook the droplets of rain from his thin, black coat, something about that night sent him vibes of strange origins.
He entered calmly, taking a sigh of relief as he passed through the doors, a wave of warmth rushing over his old, weathered skin. How Avalon could do wonders for him, that's what Ilona had told him once before. Ah, Ilona, the beautiful, smart woman he longed for. Julian had been long divorced, separated into a lonely life that was desperately stuck in a rut. Coming to The 71 and meeting with Ilona was all he lived for.
Dimitri gave him a welcoming nod and w
Conduct the DayConduct the DayConduct the Day7 years ago in Short Story
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The fires in the nearby ammo stores provided the percussion. A loud, quick, rat-a-tat-tat to call out the sun. Bislane climbed to the top of the half-mangled truck that was providing her and her sister with shelter and looked out across the valley, surveying her awaiting Orchestra, insuring that they were ready. She stretched out her short arms, tapping the tarnished exhaust pipe beside her. The fires on the edge of the horizon that stretched out before her came to a crescendo that made them burn as bright as the coming dawn.
She brought up her hands with the sound and then let stubby fingers lead her arm down, stopping the echoing thunder. The girl twirled her finger and her winds section, the high pitched reedy sounds of far away tracers flying through the air, began to play. Then came the brass, the low deep wind reverberating through the metallic husks around her. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sun heard her music welcoming it, and the light began to rise. Then
Candy manCorruption… happens. It is a part of every machine, every organization, every event. It is inescapable, and to deny it is delusional. You can fight it, attempt to control it, cleverly work around it, but in the end, the forces of entropy and decay will always prevail. It is a part of everything. It is vital.Candy man7 years ago in Short Story
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This is how Avalon's untested "miracle" drugs end up on the street. No one can tell for sure, but everyone's got a theory. Maybe it's some disgruntled intern pushing off some stock to make an extra buck. Maybe organized crime got its greedy hands in company vaults. Maybe Avalon intentionally lets them slip out, doing live patient research on cheap whores and homeless junkies without the bother of compensation and government regulation. Avalon's official line, of course, is that they have nothing to do with it, criminals are just sticking to the name, because everyone trusts the Avalon brand, and it's not even their stew in any case.
Really, all of these could be true. Truth is that