The Closest Light..."The Closest Light Casts the Darkest Shadow"The Closest Light...7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
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;
Nature De MereNature De Mere7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
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. Ho
Conduct the DayConduct the DayConduct the Day7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
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
Mercury TattoosMercury Tattoos7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
Eris needed to relax. She had been going hard all week and only had a few minutes before her next trip began.
Knowing she was ready for a vacation, there was no time to leave the planet. Not that looking at the faces of her own projections was a traditional vacation, but it was what she had time for. She stepped into her Immersive Interface Chamber (IIC). She felt the simulated waves of a drug touch her softly, and jaw-clenched a smile as the door sealed itself behind her and the rhinoceros buzz smashed into her.
Her world inverted, the shadows became solid and the real world became shadow. Gr
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 More Like This
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 researc