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I am encouraging people to vote on a public poll to determine what I write on the last week of every month. The way it works is that people vote on fetishes, or themes if you would, that I develop stories around. However, just voting on one fetish doesn’t give a voter enough say on a story, which is why I will be taking the 3 fetishes/themes that win. And before you ask, yes you can vote for more than one thing. I’ll close the poll the week before the story is due and then count them up. And then I’ll post which is the winner. See the description below for the link!

I am encouraging people to vote on a public poll to determine what I write on the last week of every month. The way it works is that people vote on fetishes, or themes if you would, that I develop stories around. However, just voting on one fetish doesn’t give a voter enough say on a story, which is why I will be taking the 3 fetishes/themes that win. And before you ask, yes you can vote for more than one thing. I’ll close the poll the week before the story is due and then count them up. And then I’ll post which is the winner. See the description below for the link!

In the early days, the smell of gasoline used to transfuse the air. Generators ran 24/7 in some places, providing what energy and light “vital” establishments needed. These generators were hungry for heavy hydrocarbons. People who owned personal boats, of which there were many, had grown disgruntled by the time Mark was aware of anything at all. With the expatriate fleet had come a couple of huge fuel Navy tankers that could have provided for everyone, they said, until they could figure away to find oil to tap. Or when they could properly set up a chemical plant to make synthetic gasoline. And the Admiralty did dole out a ration of gas for people who had jobs considered “vital” to the colony. Though, in retrospect, even that much probably hastened some of the bigger tragedies of his youth, but they simply didn’t know. But then, when they discovered that nothing anyone made, not gasoline, not gunpowder, not gun cotton or even black powder, combusted, well…Mark was too young to know

All things considered, it really could be worse. The sun had not even begun to rise, though there were bright blues foretelling a bright morning to come in the far-off horizon. Jun wondered when the last time he’d been active and awake this early and came up blank. No, not even at the end of his second life, when he’d been a starving old vagabond. But sure, why not? They were supposed to get everything together early in the morning, and not before sunrise, but since they were up and about, they might as well, right? Never mind that, with how things were, if Jun went back to sleep the next time he woke up it might well be because someone died. So, in the interest of productivity and keeping things from getting out of hand, Jun had everyone get their shit and get ready for a trip out to the sticks. Well, farther deeper into the sticks. The time before sunrise was strangely still and quiet though, so Jun turned to the person responsible for letting him discover that. “It was an

I am encouraging people to vote on a public poll to determine what I write on the last week of every month. The way it works is that people vote on fetishes, or themes if you would, that I develop stories around. However, just voting on one fetish doesn’t give a voter enough say on a story, which is why I will be taking the 3 fetishes/themes that win. And before you ask, yes you can vote for more than one thing. I’ll close the poll the week before the story is due and then count them up. And then I’ll post which is the winner. See the description below for the link!

“I am going to make you my baby mamas.” Lina had always known that things were unfair. Quite simply, things had a way of going right for her sister and not for her. At 16 years of age, Lina was in high school while her sister, the 19-year-old big bitch who could do no wrong, seemed to transgress in the worst of ways and yet completely get await with it. She never graduated high school, yet she was a college girl. She didn’t attend classes, or even study, yet got full marks in all of them. She didn’t think about anyone BUT herself, her wants and her own needs…yet everyone loved her anyway. Quite simply, Lina had already resigned to things not being fair. But this was ridiculous. Christa was a five-foot-nine blond caucasian girl that was tall…but not too tall. She had honest-to-goodness blue eyes to merge classically with her golden hair while Lina herself was stuck with brown, like her mother. She had a sharp nose that emphasized how big her eyes were and married that with strong

I am encouraging people to vote on a public poll to determine what I write on the last week of every month. The way it works is that people vote on fetishes, or themes if you would, that I develop stories around. However, just voting on one fetish doesn’t give a voter enough say on a story, which is why I will be taking the 3 fetishes/themes that win. And before you ask, yes you can vote for more than one thing. I’ll close the poll the week before the story is due and then count them up. And then I’ll post which is the winner. See the description below for the link!

The morning after left him cold and frigid. Some people are emotionally quick on the uptake, capable of processing events and actions as they come. But it’s not precisely an easy skill to have, to the point that it might not be a skill at all. An inborn gift? An abnormally mature mind? Or maybe just the fruit of experience and age? Whatever the case, it is also true that some things are easier to process then others. Somethings, are, when you get down to it, so normal that they are flashes in a pan. They make the neurons that are familiar with their feelings burst for a moment and then you are either elated, annoyed or indifferent. “Letting go” of things is, then, evidence of an emotionally mature mind because nonone has an infinite capacity to feel everything. Therefore, people must, by necessity, set priorities to themselves. But what do you do when you are hit with something you can’t ignore, don’t know how to properly process and yet have to act on anyway? Of the many tactics