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The Returned

I hesitated and then gave him a nervous hug. My hands trembled as they clasped behind his narrow, scarred back. I could still feel the dimples where the knife had entered him again and again.

Yet here he stood before me, a living, breathing visage of seeming merriment. Even his eyes twinkled as he took me in.

I wondered if he remembered anything about the night I murdered him.

Turn the Tides

The waters kept rising over the years. I figured the world would end when I was dead, and my great grandchildren would handle the burden. However, the temperatures kept rising. The news kept reporting inches and inches of water level increase every week. After two years since the rapid temperature increase, everyone started to panic.

It wasn't the realization that the world would be covered in water in the span of a few years, no. It was the realization that came too late. I presumed everyone thought Global Warming could last a little longer. Every day, hope that it would last, and that same hope repeated everyday. Then realization came too late. Hoping was not action, and eventually everything fell apart.

My family was on the edge. We were packing our things to move. We lived on the peninsula of Florida, which was surrounded by water. Several lower elevated places have received floods of sea water on beaches. At the rate of the water, Florida would be underneath the ocean's surface in a year. And several more years after, continents and continents would be flooded over.

I got my first-hand experience when I woke up the morning we were leaving when several feet of water bore its way into the streets overnight, flooding our house, and our car.
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Weaken Us Not

Eliza felt her heart race and her sight collapse. Blood and gore roused a familiar feeling within her: fear. Clenching her fists till her knuckles turned white, she unsteadily backed away. Her foster parents were dead. How? She didn't know. She didn't understand how this could've happened.

Eliza didn't know where Rylee was. She didn't know where her mindset was either. All she could do consciously was stare, and stare, and stare until something moved. Until something was provoked enough from her staring to give Eliza some sort of comfort, or even a sign that there was a possibility that her foster parents were alive.

She fell to her knees and felt hot wet tears drench her cheeks.


Due to the idea of feminism and the great lesbian ideas that turned the entire world into an everlasting lesbian world dictatorship, I was able to afford such erotic luxuries such as my favorite ice cream, Cherry Garcia. Of course, Cherry Garcia was a famous lesbian who overthrew the democracy of America and started the revolution that brought the government shown in the world today. And as of today, the 20th of April, 2069, I lounged in a lawn chair beside my lesbian best friend, Harley Burly, a really large and muscular man who enjoyed a fresh taste of the new edition to the ice cream flavor, The Lingerie.
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