Mentors come in a lot of ways. And you can find your best ones on all sorts of paths. Though for a lot of people, their mentors will come from sports via coaches or athletic trainers. However, for me, that was never a possibility. Maybe it’s because of my lack of athletic abilities, or the fact that I have a lot of older sibling responsibility at home that I can’t just give up to be on...

Prompt: a Craiglist missed connection... Seeking ancient vampire Lord This story was inspired by an actual ad on Craig's list. The ad reads verbatim as follows: I'm a depraved man who is dying I am surching for an ancient vampire to turn me immortal I will serve you well your identity will be secret with me   (Be advised, sensitive topics: blood and death) The doorbell rang at sunset. I...

He gagged at the wretched taste of the obnoxious air, the poisonous vials of chemtech, the lifeline of the city, was also the thing contaminating it. The murky mist veiled the remnants of the jagged mountains, sapped of all natural beauty, now the entrance to the chem-prisons where rogue warlords ran amok. Screams of distress emanated across the city, anarchy had reached its culmination, the contagion...

Douglas and Jennifer ran from the car to the house that was home to their Nana and Papa. A plump house with a two palm trees that swayed to the sides. Bushes of purple and red zinnias sprouted in front of the dainty Florida ranch. Papa loved to garden and took good care of his home. The door swung open and he shouts, “Hey, kids!” He had waited all day to see them. He’s greeted...

Prompt: a Craiglist missed connection... Seeking ancient vampire Lord This story was inspired by an actual ad on Craig's list. The ad reads verbatim as follows: I'm a depraved man who is dying I am surching for an ancient vampire to turn me immortal I will serve you well your identity will be secret with me   (Be advised, sensitive topics: blood and death) The doorbell rang at sunset. I...

guava tiny little watermelon-lime wrinkly light green old woman skin ruddy pink flesh with off-white seeds guava i don’t know what you taste like i’ve only ever smelled you as a candy and found you on Images two minutes ago guava from the point of view of a brief witness all i can say for now is that you’re all right i’m too far from south america to try...

He gagged at the wretched taste of the obnoxious air, the poisonous vials of chemtech, the lifeline of the city, was also the thing contaminating it. The murky mist veiled the remnants of the jagged mountains, sapped of all natural beauty, now the entrance to the chem-prisons where rogue warlords ran amok. Screams of distress emanated across the city, anarchy had reached its culmination, the contagion...

Puppet strings, they dance above                                                                          Suffocating, like a strangled dove.                                                                           Brooding, planning, machinating,                                               ...

Follow the beaten road Where flickering street lights line the way There you will find none who dare be around With rain pouring and darkness dancing down On the other side of the wooden doors nature cries Darkness holds every corner hostage under the clouds Shielded by the storm we sit on old barstools Cradling drinks in our warm hands The bar is unusually quiet on this rainy night With soft...

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