(Day 4) Controlled Settings
It never takes long for one man to crack. Out of a group of twenty (the size of the average control group), there is always one that will stand up and... well…
It never takes long for one man to crack. Out of a group of twenty (the size of the average control group), there is always one that will stand up and... well…
One thing was for sure, I had to get out of here. There was no way I was staying with this guy, even if we escaped the Arena together. No guy is right in the…
The man in the ‘You Are Here’ shirt stood with obvious weariness, which was for once not a byproduct of a sedentary lifestyle and more to do with abject…
What do I fear most in life? It’s hard to describe or explain, like a forgotten classmate’s name you just can’t quite put a finger on. It has been called many…
His footsteps battered in rapid succession against crackling, cracked concrete. Streetlamps spread his swift-flowing outline across the pavement and into the…
She looked over the waves that rolled gently against her body out into the blue sea broken only by a white ship. She gave harbor to the ship and watched over…
*Please enter your password, then press pound* *You have one new voice message* *First voice message* “What I’m about to tell you is probably the most…
Ethan was never one for bars, and Joe had had little choice but to follow his lead. They sat in a corner of the chain restaurant on brightly coloured vinyl…
“Ben?” Came my wife’s voice, penetrating the silence that had worked so hard to bring the colorful world of the novel I was reading to life. I reflexively…
The two men were after me. I was running thru a small diner screaming for help and everyone just kept eating. As I got to the door I froze for one of the men…
“We made these men.” “That we did, but these men failed.” “We never fail with our works.” “We have now. Look at these men. First they would kill each other for…
There were two men sitting at the wooden restaurant table. The bulk of one eclipsed the deep cocoa leather of his chair, replacing it with orange and green…
Ben doesn’t like elevators. Being in close contact with others and forced into awkward silence or banal smalltalk is his own personal hell. We spend a lot of…
The garage door moved upwards in jerking movements, slowly revealing Jim’s brand new ride. Once Bob saw it, his eyes went wide. “Wow. Nice ride. What is this…
I have several role models. Like Remobythin, who peacefully rebeled against the Wendoflabin Dynasty when they attempted to outlaw supermarkets. Oh, and then…