The Snails’ Perspective
He called it a war. We called it a summer. The grass was sweet, the shade soft under thick fig leaves, and the air carried songs not meant for violence.…
Letters From The Front Lines
Summer of β22. The garden. The Great War. βΈ» Dear Human, Day 1 We noticed you planted lettuce. Bold move. We are thrilled. Love, The Snail Syndicate Dear Human, Day…
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Writing assignment 1. (2.0) * The War. You know.. What they donβt tell you about war is that most of the time you are waiting. You wait for everything: the…
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You have just written a guide to care for a version of yourself that did not get what they needed. Now, think of someone else in your lifeβsomeone who was…
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There is a version of you that is still waiting to be cared for. Describe them. How old are they? Where are they hiding? What are they afraid of? Now:…
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The cafe wasnβt too full even though the weather was, in my humble opinion, perfect. 21 degrees, lightly clouded and a very slight breeze. I ordered my coffee and a…
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[Somewhere in the world - June 22th 2030] Hi! First let me tell you that the future is nice! We still donβt have flying cars or skateboards, but there has…
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As I am making the last preparations on the food in the kitchen I am feeling a bit nervous. I have invited myself to dinner. You may think thatβs perhaps…
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There are Gods, and there are gods. Deities have been around since before time, creation and anything. For as long as thereβs been a semi-complex arrangements of cells thatβs created…