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His instructors called it a distraction. His peers called it a defect. Zorblat called it destiny.

Just about everyone carries around an idea of what Christmas should look like — or at least what it looks like when it’s done “properly.” For most of us, that picture is stitched together from two things: what Christmas felt like when we were kids, and what we always wished it could be. For me, Christmas as a child was magic. Not the Hallmark kind — the real kind, the kind that smells like food and cousins and cold air and anticipation. My cousins Michelle, Angela, and Andrea

Holiday baking isn’t just about food. It’s about identity. Moms Banana Bread It’s about the stories we pass down, the flavors we protect, the rituals we repeat because they remind us who we are and where we come from. So in the spirit of sharing the traditions that shape us, here is Mom’s Banana Bread —the recipe that has become the new smell of Christmas in our home. 🍞 Mom’s Banana Bread (Makes 1 Loaf) 🧂 Ingredients 1¼ cups sugar ½ cup butter, softened 2 eggs 1½ cups mashe

One night, while skating his favorite spot downtown in Central City, Lucius noticed something different in the parking lot—a whole new set of vehicles he had never seen before. The bald scientist’s car was there, as usual, but now three black SUVs idled nearby. Their exhaust smoked in the cold air, brake lights glowing red. He couldn’t help but be nosy. He paused for a moment, watching. We’ve got visitors,  he thought to himself. Just then, the bald scientist emerged from the

Skate Now Smile Later People were always saying, “This city is getting so big!”  But to him, it had always been a big city—its bright lights spilling across the skyline, its streets alive with motion and noise. The homeless, the hustlers, the tourists: all threads in the restless fabric of the place. There had always been secret corners of concrete perfect for skating, and this was one of the best. Across from Central City General Hospital, itself facing the downtown skatepar

Date: November 26, 20… [signal distortion]   Entry by: Jeremy Quin, Age 13 [Recording initiated…] On the walk home today the world was different. Edward kept saying that finals had everyone stressed, but the walk home proved otherwise. Change of Plans The main road was a graveyard of machines. Mr. Castanons truck idled in the driveway half packed with blood streaks on the concrete surrounding it. And the people… they weren’t walking right. Too slow. Too heavy. Like gravity h

Survivor’s Log – Entry #2 Date: November 26, 2029… [transmission static]  Entry by: Edward Quin, Age 16 [Recording initiated…] The day started like any other. Crowded hallways. Locker slams. That weird smell in the cafeteria no one talks about. I was half-asleep through first period, counting down the hours to the weekend. Finals were coming up, and everyone was either wired on caffeine or dead-eyed from cramming. But by the time Jeremy and I were walking home, the world had

Eira Quinn hadn’t heard silence in years. Not since Marcus died. Not since the banshee started screaming.

In the aftermath of the outbreak, every day is a fight for survival. This log entry captures the raw fear, uncertainty, and resilience of those who remain. Step into the world of survivors as they navigate a reality forever changed by the zombie effect.

this is an AI generated fan art image and not part of the predator lore I caught Predator: Badlands  the day after its November 7th premiere, hoping to dodge the crowd. And I’ve got to say—this movie surprised me. If you’re expecting a straight-up Predator flick that slots neatly into the franchise, this isn’t it. But if you’re open to a bold, action-packed sci-fi adventure with unexpected emotional depth and a dash of Disney flavor, you’re in for a ride. 🧬 A Predator Movie…

Here we are—November 1st, 2025—and the garden that my Mother and I planted earlier this year looks better than it ever has. That’s not an exaggeration. After three years of focused gardening (and I mean focused —like, “set-a-time-every-day-to-dig-in-the-dirt” focused), We've somehow ended up with a fall garden that’s thriving harder than anything I planted in spring. Wherever I’ve lived, I’ve carved out a little patch of earth and made time to plant something. Tomatoes, peppe

Have you ever told yourself the “someday I’ll do that” lie? Of course you have—everyone has. It’s the lullaby our parents sang to themselves, and their parents before them. It’s generational. Almost like we’ve been programmed to shelve our personal dreams in favor of something... bigger. But bigger for who? The “system”? The collective? That’s who really benefits from our perpetual procrastination. The system thrives on our untapped energy—the kind we funnel into the daily gr

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