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“Can you tell us what happened?” My left cheek twitched. “No,” I said. The two people, one man and one woman, sitting across from me looked at each other. The man raised one eyebrow - incredulity - and the woman answered with both eyebrows raised - message received, agreement. “I can’t tell you because I don’t really know what happened,” I said. I spread my hands in front of them, a gesture of openness, honesty. I looked them both in the eye, but not for too long. “I can tell you what I observed.” “The mission of HumanPLUS is to focus on pe...
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CW: Mental health issues, parental neglect, death When I was born, a stone carver went out to the cemetery and chiseled my name into the grave marker. It was a tradition in our family, a hold over from the days when children weren’t always expected to grow up, a practical consideration since, as soon as I was born, it would be inevitable that I would die. Every year, on the Sunday closest to October 10th, my parents would take my brothers and me to the cemetery and we would go to the grave marker with our last name on it and we would gather...
Weekly Contest #320
"Hey there, Fam, it's your Maiden, Princess V. L., time for another tour of my little witchy hut." The Woman in the video panned her cell phone camera around her tiny cabin. The walls were painted a dark moody blue-gray the color of storm clouds, black bookshelves filled with handcrafted leather volumes lined the walls, and twinkling skull fairy lights hung from silver cup hooks. "I just got this cute little guy," the Woman said. Her hand reached out for a hand-painted figurine of a chicken reading a book that was resting on a copy of Tolsto...
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