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The days had long passed since we used coal and gas. Tech giants had founded the new ways of living our lives, and it involved massive amounts of ele..
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I rode up the old town street on my bicycle. The cobbled streets, the faded brick buildings, the black lampposts, the old benches, and the plants in ..
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What if there was a universe that was just an endless library filled with countless shelves and an infinite collection of books? Imagine it. The shel..
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A spring breeze settled in on a quiet park one innocent afternoon. Old ladies sat on the benches that lined the path. Joggers bounced to the beat of t..
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I have been wandering the trees of the forest for a while now, taking in the beautiful views and sounds without a sense of direction or purpose. I do..
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The fighter wrapped the bandage around his bloody knuckles. He must have done this over a hundred times in his life. Every time it would be the same,..
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The scientist had invested in a few glass ant farms in the winter season, for behavioural study. In his lab, he set them up. One would be operational..
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Let me tell you this, a mighty and sublime tale of the past, one of great importance, between two utensils. The spoon and the fork. While today they ..
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The vast expanse of the cosmos was full of many unique and extraterrestrial things; swirling masses of enigmatic energy, vibrant and colourful celest..
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It was such a strong opinion he could not let go of, one that embedded itself in his own brain, clasping on, not allowing him to let it go. A virus t..
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