“It’s not that bad, is it?” The job was awful. Michael had been working for almost five hours. Every ten minutes or so, Godzilla spoke...

“See you tomorrow, friend.” After their goodbyes Michael hung the phone up and opened up his small chromebook. In the light of the...

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10/2 5/2024 Michael walked up to the grand entrance of the park, the sign proudly declaring corporate greed to the world at the...

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Stella stood before a blank canvas, a pensive expression on her face as she surveyed the vast white space. Dim sunlight filtered through...