Silent Truth
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Still Life with Woman
I had recently felt unwell, despite being young and assumed healthy. To be exact, I had felt my body slowly becoming heavier in recent days. It started in my fingers and toes, where I lost the freedom of movement expected of healthy extremities. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but neither was it easy.
By Silent Truth 3 days ago in Horror
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea: badly, and by himself. He stated, “I’m researching digital confession ethics.” A tech ethics expert. He pointed at floating data I couldn’t see, then pulled out a physical notebook. Real paper. A fountain pen. He held it up like scripture.
By Silent Truth 3 days ago in Education
Fair Trade without robberies
Fair Trade without robberies Chapter 1 of Dark Memoirs There are at least two types of people in the world: those who write this half-assed introduction to a story that tries to distinguish the unusual from the common, and those who are aware that it is an overused framing device but choose not to use it. I tend to be in the latter camp, not the former. In case you were curious. if you asked the question in your head as if you were praying to God, Santa, or that person who was with you for the first two decades of your existence. You are aware of it. the man who went to bed with your mother that night. Looking back, I believe I was always troubled. No, I am aware of it. issues with being disconnected and detached. I really like people, but they are full of cliches, like they can't be trusted and are always wrong. Because the world is cruel and people have hearts, people are cruel. Their hearts are erratic and dishonest. You are already familiar with the kind of cliches I'm referring to. I rarely look in the mirror. Concerned about what I might see? No. I already know what I'll see, and it's not something I like. It is a waste of time to look through a looking glass for every second. Self-loathing is my full-time job, and I'm good at it without looking at that horrible jerk. As the last person so many people see before they expire, I do feel they're relieved by death's imminent arrival. As a result of the darkened realization that dances across their face as I call time, there will be no robberies. I'd say that it gives me a sense of purpose and even joy, but I'm much more than just driven by basic human needs. Glib. That is a word that is rarely used. It feels appropriate, even in my memoirs, which are heavy on erudition and grandiosity. According to the Collins Dictionary, the term "glib" refers to something that is simple and effortless, but frequently in a deceptive, superficial, or insincere manner. Perfect.
By Silent Truth 22 days ago in Psyche
