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The War on Sirius B - Part 2 (Fiction) She slammed the door and rushed out into the pouring rain. Her mind could not forget the last words Tony whispered in her ears while all the others were arguing about the upcoming bootcamp. It’s been two decades since Marshall left the group and what once used to be an extraordinary facility has turned into a decadent place where fancy egos prevailed. Discipline, perseverance and respect were unknown ingredients to newcomers who…
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The Kaleidoscope (Fiction) A small candle was flickering on the table while she pulled away with her chair. It was the third time she went out to check her postbox. *Maybe there’s word from him; it’s been five years and seven months that he’s been gone.* She went back in and continued her routine. The wine was waiting for her to be opened and savored. She always kept an empty glass for Gary in the hopes that one day he’ll return and they could go on living their harmonious…
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How Do You Tackle Crisis? **The next crisis is just around the corner. Are you prepared? How will you face it? In a constructive or destructive manner? What rituals, patterns, habits and models do you fall back to when crisis hits?** Things in business and life in general don’t go in a straight line. You will seldom meet anyone that managed to get from A to B without hitting walls, adjusting the road map, acquiring new skills to be able to move forward, double down on…
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Encephalon (Original Poetry) A handsome stranger looking to bond, searching for meaning throughout a miraculous journey humans often refer to as life. Tired of waiting he lights up the chambers tickling consciousness to pull back the curtains and reveal the ephemeral knight. You asked me to guide the vessel while you were feeling lost in this realm I tried to wake you up during the day allowing you to sleep peacefully at night. Your trust is useless in this armor of light…
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Invisible (Original Poetry) I wandered through the city conscious of the present moment on the lookout for kindred encounters only to witness deadly souls. Memories flooding my body experiences fueling oxygen down my spine awakening cells to search vividly Where did all the enthusiasm go? A beautiful civilization torn apart separation, division and no willingness to grow a lustless life where miracles are non-existent no sparkles of light opening the gates to a schizophrenic…
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Rewired (Fiction) He stopped at the side of the road, took a sip of water and continued his path knowing that the chase was far from over. Equipped with a small backpack, a sharp knife made of titanium that would withstand all weather conditions and a pack of lighters, Jackson lost count of the days, weeks and months he has been on the run. It must have been close to five years since the military squad crushed Michael’s birthday party at the foster home down the lake. Only a…