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Space Illness by SilverWolf3246, literature

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Space Illness

“Doctor, Doctor!” Dr. Harvey turned toward the sound of the word doctor before raising an eyebrow at the two explorers running toward him. They were frantic in their waves and the way they were running. He hadn’t been called a doctor in a long time. With the advancement of technology, doctors had become obsolete. Organics were able to diagnosis themselves via a small robot. The robot would give a diagnosis to which an antidote or antivirus was created. It didn’t take long, and they were very good creations. Doctors were no longer needed . He stopped walking before turning toward them. It was two of the newest recruits to the homeworld. He...

Slippery by yourdeadfriend, literature

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Slippery

I blink, but the blackness I feel is clouding my vision doesn’t fade or flicker. I am still looking directly in front of myself, staring at the corner of the red tennis table, covered and sullied by my various paraphernalia and sewing equipment. My vision is tunneled and although the lights are on and energy is flowing through the room I reside in, I feel dark and dead from the diaphragm out. It’s a strange sensation to feel your body through layers. Invisible layers of dissonance that withhold you from appreciating who you are. Aware of time’s relativity, day and night merge as the consciousness does not rest. In various states of spiritu...

Frenzy by SilverWolf3246, literature

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Frenzy

It was fluttering five miles a minute as she yanked and pulled at the gnarled metal. Tears stained her cheeks as she pulled pieces of glass from the scene and threw them a few inches away. Her heart jumped into her throat as she finally managed to get through the mangled car wreck. Blood dripped down her face as she noticed her own injuries at that moment. Her heart palpitated in an increase. Nothing prepared her for the worst of her imagination. She felt it beat in her chest. It wanted to try and explode from her chest. She placed her hand where her heart was located before crouching to the ground as she sobbed. It wasn't fair. It wasn't ...

sizesuper by photosynthetichuman, literature

pointview by photosynthetichuman, literature

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pointview

i'm the stranger in a strange land thinking strange thoughts over strange peoplethey worship a strange man who lived in stranger times strangely came back from death this son of a strange godthey have strange rules helping strangers fearing strangers hurting strangers at the same strange timethey have strange places strange fires and skies you spend forever strange it's a strange afterlifebut stranger still is their strange holy housewhere no matter how strange all strange sins are forgiven if you ask strangely enough if you are strange enough strange like they arethey think it's strange i'm not their strangebut i ask who is stranger

Stranger Love by loquaciouslouisa, literature

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Stranger Love

Momma always told us not to talk to strangers The men who lumbered out of pits in the earth there skin darkened with coal there eyes shining through like diamonds She didn't have to tell me as there loud footsteps echoed through town "Eyes to the ground, dear" She'd whisper when I tried to glance up They were like monsters fromt the deepest depths That is until I spoke to one I didn't understand classes or why some folks had to dig in the earth and other only to destroy it I didn't know that we were rich and they poor or why mama's skin was perfect as a new sheet of paper and the women's in town was cracked and tanned in stories I couldn'...

Strangers by Tmalonson, literature

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Strangers

We meet again, or rather we don't meet. I see you from across the room and perhaps our eyes meet like they have once or twice before. I can hear the muffled undertone of conversation about me to the people around you. I can't really tell whether its good or bad. All I know is this, that dear, you may be only an acquaintance to my eyes but you're no stranger to my thoughts. As a matter of fact I'd even be willing to say that you're the sole resident of my heart. And while I feel as though all of that brings me closer to you. Closer to knowing you. I never will. Because I'm a stranger to my own emotion, too shy to ever actually talk to you. ...

stranger by kat-eunhyeo, literature

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stranger

is it stranger not to know yourself for your skin to pinch at your bones for your face to change every time you speak? is it stranger to hear your own name one picked out of a dozen and forget that it's yours? is it stranger to be scared of your own mind parasites worming through your brain and eating you alive? or is it stranger that you're a stranger to yourself?(if you don't know who you are, who will?)

The Fire On The Hill by ClamShellHeart, literature

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The Fire On The Hill

I am looking for the water my lover lies in, Cold in the shadow of the evening, He’s a stranger to me, still I search for him, Where the animals oft are feeding.He wades there to prove himself devout, He wades there to prove he is brave, He wades there all night without coming out, At mercy of hard teeth, claws and chill waves.His mother camps on yonder hill Setting white fire to driftwood and breeze, When the animals see, their hunger stills And enchanted, they sink to their knees.With hope in his heart, he bares the whole night With his mother’s help, heedless of warning, He crawls from the pond upon proving his might To find a judge's c...

Wolbachia by DrMeh, literature

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Wolbachia

when it begins Diao Chan knew of three ways to break a man's arm and had practiced them all several times in the short course of her life, for the most beautiful woman in China was often also the most harassed. That she knew how to defend herself made the situation twice as intolerable. Broad nails bit into her shoulder as the usurper pressed her to his side, a crude display to the court and his silent, watchful son. Lord Dong Zhuo’s limbs were thicker than most, but she could still punish him. She thought of how satisfying it would be to snap his bones, sink her nails into his eyes and rip through his skull. But purpose was a bitter mistress and she stayed quiet. ________________________________________before everythingDiao Chan was an orphan, a runaway, and a thief. She lived on the outskirts of Luoyang, right where the boulevards of the Heavenly City bled into endless rice paddies fed by the threads of fresh, clean water from the Luo. Nobody knew who her family was, what happened to