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Ascending Sparks

This experience, to give life, to watch it grow, to be torn apart by it, to receive pleasure from it, and to give life again—for this the soul descended from its ethereal heights.

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Short Story

I no longer fear death.

​I might seem like Rambo or Tyler Durden or someone severely depressed when I imply what the title says but no, I don’t feel any type of bravery nor do I feel sorrow or regard death as a pleasant thing. 563 more words


Good grief

Last night — or this early morning, to be exact, I learned that a brother in Christ passed away. He was hit by a car while walking down the street. 457 more words


Thank you Horseracing Wrongs and Friends who protested at Saratoga Racecourse today

What rocking racehorse advocates these are. All of us feel swelled up with gratitude for these wonderful people taking a stand against the cruelty and death that goes hand in hand with horse racing American style. 27 more words

Horse Racing

Microfiction #writephoto: Stone teeth

For Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. This story follows on from Stone Laughter

The last sound Balor heard was the tinkling of laughter from the little men, a pale imitation of his own thunderous roar. 205 more words


"unalloyed pleasure"

“As the internet grows in the next 10, 15 years and virtual reality pornography becomes a reality, we’re going to have to develop some real machinery inside our guts to turn off pure unalloyed pleasure or—I don’t know about you—but I’m going to have to leave the planet.

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