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Chapter 3 of The Disasterville Chronicles
Written by HermitThrush

Running Uphill

Day 3

After scoping out the student organizations, I think I know which ones are the safest to join.

Oh, but before that I should probably make a list of the clubs to stay AWAY from:

Chess club: When the recruitment poster has symbols for no fewer than four secret societies (except they spam their symbols everywhere, what's up with that?), you should steer clear. Plus it will probably attract the most strategic/intelligent students, and a surprising number of those are manipulative and/or plotting world domination. Though at least one of them is some rich kid who flies around in armor fighting monsters... Anyway, way too high risk.

Cheerleading: OH MY GOSH WHY. From the sounds of it they have to recruit new members at least one member a week because of monster -- I mean wild animal attacks. Thankfully they're usually just injured but still. Not to mention the captain, Sunny, had a wooden stake poking out of her bag. I do not want to be vampire chow thank you very much.

The Society for World Domination: OK, seriously, does anyone but me pay attention? They were all wearing stupid black robes and white masks and handing out fliers about toppling the corrupt global oligarchy. It would be kind of funny if it weren't for the fact that I overheard one of them telling a recruit the best way to make an EMP device. I mean, REALLY???? Plus they were trying to pick a fight with the chess club. At least I didn't see that many people joining.

Students for the Protection of the Environment: Let's just say they had an "endangered lizard" on display that had a suspicious amount of smoke emanating from its nostrils. That, and the member they had telling people about how we need to protect the ocean was Riptide, an ecoterrorist with water powers who doesn't even bother wearing a mask when trying to destructively reclaim city blocks for nature. How have the police not figured this out again?

OK, deep breaths. Most of the other clubs were midrange, but I'd say the top three safest groups are the running club, the origami club, and the mathletes. All three are fairly small, none of them have been involved in major public incidents, and as far as I can tell most of the members are normal. I ended up signing on with the running club; it's probably the most useful.

Day 4:

Well, today was just lovely. In the morning we had to take shelter in the boiler room for a couple hours due to a freak thunderstorm that I'm sure had nothing to do with the black-robed, white-masked person I saw on TV later. Iggy and Sol were mysteriously unaccounted for, but it would seem that after the superheroes Firecracker and Fireworks busted up the giant machine that had been set up in the middle of the city by someone wearing black robes and a white mask, the weather cleared up. Iggy and Sol later claimed they had gotten stuck in the bathroom. Uh-huh, nothing to see here. Also I've identified five new possible superheroes (including a teacher) based on people who wanted to go to the bathroom as soon as the storm picked up.

Then there was lunch. I cannot believe the things that people discuss in public.

First, there were the two girls sitting to my left. One apparently was named Brittany, the other was named Amy. Here's a sample of their lunch conversation.

Brittany: What happened? You were late to class. Keep that up and there's no way you'll pass.

Amy: I know, but the Order of the Scorpion was going to place a hex on the water supply! I'm Captain Amethyst; I can't just ignore such a large-scale threat to the city. It's not like there are a bunch of other people who can negate dark magic.

Brittany: Order of the Scorpion? I thought they would stop after you defeated their leader, Doom Lord Venom.

Amy: So did I, but now they're saying their leader is a witch. They're calling her the Dark Queen.

And then they speculated about her next move for the rest of lunch. Meanwhile, about four feet to their right, this conversation was going on.

Erik: Have you put the pieces in place?

Cecil: Yes, Lord Venom!

Erik: Fool! Do not call me that in public.

Cecil: Yes, lord -- I mean Erik! Yes sir, Erik!

Erik: Good. With the three crystals of darkness aligned with the focal points of the magic currents, we will be able to raise an army of dark spirits! And with that army I will be able to prove to the Order once and for all that I am their true leader.

Eustace: Yes, and you can take care of Dark Queen Arachnia--

Erik: DO NOT SPEAK OF HER! SHE IS NOTHING, NOTHING BEFORE MY MIGHT!

Cecil: Then why did you let her turn you into a teenager?

Erik: SILENCE! DO NOT QUESTION ME UNLESS YOU WOULD FACE MY WRATH!

Cecil & Eustace: Yes, sir, Erik sir.

Cecil: But what should we do if Captain Amethyst shows up?

Erik: Oh, don't worry. I have something in mind for her. Besides, there's no way someone as untrained as her would be able to find the focal points until it is too late.

Cecil: Yeah! I mean, why would she go to the cemetery or the park outside town or right here in the school in the soccer field?

Erik: Exactly. Our plans cannot fail!

Oh, guess what Amy was wearing? Soccer cleats. The first practice was that afternoon. I saw zero reason to get involved, and I have not heard about a dark army, so it should be fine.

Oh, but the real kicker for the day came in geometry. Normally I love geometry because it's cool and interesting and I want to be an architect. But today? Today we were assigned a group project, and I have the worst possible group.

First, there's Lionel Hart. He's already been late to class twice, and he is always wearing a pendant shaped like a lion. It looks exactly like the amulet that a certain hero calling himself the King of Beasts has when he shreds through robots -- and nearby buildings -- with his metallic claws. He seems like a decent hero if you're willing to overlook the rampant, easily avoidable collateral damage he causes. However, if there is one thing I have learned, getting a hero to do their share on a group assignment is kind of like herding cats if the cats weighed two tons and were actively avoiding you.

Then there's Bernard Valentine, who I know from middle school. Now some people might wonder why I would list a boy who is so thoroughly a teddy bear on this list. All anyone says about him is how shy and gentle he is and how he never seems to get angry. I got suspicious as soon as the guy bullying him ended up in the hospital, as did the next one. Even then I thought maybe someone else was trying to "help" him, so I followed him discreetly for a bit. I finally saw him get angry. Let's just say it involves him getting a lot bigger and hairier and stronger. Most people know that side of him as "Berserker." He has a lot of people gunning for him, including heroes, villains, law enforcement, and a few aliens. In summary he's dangerous to be around, is of questionable reliability, and also happens to suck at math. I doubt he'll contribute much.

The last group member is Wisteria Walcott. She seems pretty normal, but I've found alliterative names to be a red flag. She also just about fell asleep in class today, so even if she is normal she might not be useful. Still, it's worth trying to get her help, because otherwise I'm going to have to do the work of four people by myself. Yay.

Anyway, I set up a meeting at the library tomorrow. We'll see if anyone shows up.

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Chapter 3 of The Disasterville Chronicles
Written by HermitThrush
Running Uphill
Day 3

After scoping out the student organizations, I think I know which ones are the safest to join.

Oh, but before that I should probably make a list of the clubs to stay AWAY from:

Chess club: When the recruitment poster has symbols for no fewer than four secret societies (except they spam their symbols everywhere, what's up with that?), you should steer clear. Plus it will probably attract the most strategic/intelligent students, and a surprising number of those are manipulative and/or plotting world domination. Though at least one of them is some rich kid who flies around in armor fighting monsters... Anyway, way too high risk.

Cheerleading: OH MY GOSH WHY. From the sounds of it they have to recruit new members at least one member a week because of monster -- I mean wild animal attacks. Thankfully they're usually just injured but still. Not to mention the captain, Sunny, had a wooden stake poking out of her bag. I do not want to be vampire chow thank you very much.

The Society for World Domination: OK, seriously, does anyone but me pay attention? They were all wearing stupid black robes and white masks and handing out fliers about toppling the corrupt global oligarchy. It would be kind of funny if it weren't for the fact that I overheard one of them telling a recruit the best way to make an EMP device. I mean, REALLY???? Plus they were trying to pick a fight with the chess club. At least I didn't see that many people joining.

Students for the Protection of the Environment: Let's just say they had an "endangered lizard" on display that had a suspicious amount of smoke emanating from its nostrils. That, and the member they had telling people about how we need to protect the ocean was Riptide, an ecoterrorist with water powers who doesn't even bother wearing a mask when trying to destructively reclaim city blocks for nature. How have the police not figured this out again?

OK, deep breaths. Most of the other clubs were midrange, but I'd say the top three safest groups are the running club, the origami club, and the mathletes. All three are fairly small, none of them have been involved in major public incidents, and as far as I can tell most of the members are normal. I ended up signing on with the running club; it's probably the most useful.

Day 4:

Well, today was just lovely. In the morning we had to take shelter in the boiler room for a couple hours due to a freak thunderstorm that I'm sure had nothing to do with the black-robed, white-masked person I saw on TV later. Iggy and Sol were mysteriously unaccounted for, but it would seem that after the superheroes Firecracker and Fireworks busted up the giant machine that had been set up in the middle of the city by someone wearing black robes and a white mask, the weather cleared up. Iggy and Sol later claimed they had gotten stuck in the bathroom. Uh-huh, nothing to see here. Also I've identified five new possible superheroes (including a teacher) based on people who wanted to go to the bathroom as soon as the storm picked up.

Then there was lunch. I cannot believe the things that people discuss in public.

First, there were the two girls sitting to my left. One apparently was named Brittany, the other was named Amy. Here's a sample of their lunch conversation.

Brittany: What happened? You were late to class. Keep that up and there's no way you'll pass.

Amy: I know, but the Order of the Scorpion was going to place a hex on the water supply! I'm Captain Amethyst; I can't just ignore such a large-scale threat to the city. It's not like there are a bunch of other people who can negate dark magic.

Brittany: Order of the Scorpion? I thought they would stop after you defeated their leader, Doom Lord Venom.

Amy: So did I, but now they're saying their leader is a witch. They're calling her the Dark Queen.

And then they speculated about her next move for the rest of lunch. Meanwhile, about four feet to their right, this conversation was going on.

Erik: Have you put the pieces in place?

Cecil: Yes, Lord Venom!

Erik: Fool! Do not call me that in public.

Cecil: Yes, lord -- I mean Erik! Yes sir, Erik!

Erik: Good. With the three crystals of darkness aligned with the focal points of the magic currents, we will be able to raise an army of dark spirits! And with that army I will be able to prove to the Order once and for all that I am their true leader.

Eustace: Yes, and you can take care of Dark Queen Arachnia--

Erik: DO NOT SPEAK OF HER! SHE IS NOTHING, NOTHING BEFORE MY MIGHT!

Cecil: Then why did you let her turn you into a teenager?

Erik: SILENCE! DO NOT QUESTION ME UNLESS YOU WOULD FACE MY WRATH!

Cecil & Eustace: Yes, sir, Erik sir.

Cecil: But what should we do if Captain Amethyst shows up?

Erik: Oh, don't worry. I have something in mind for her. Besides, there's no way someone as untrained as her would be able to find the focal points until it is too late.

Cecil: Yeah! I mean, why would she go to the cemetery or the park outside town or right here in the school in the soccer field?

Erik: Exactly. Our plans cannot fail!

Oh, guess what Amy was wearing? Soccer cleats. The first practice was that afternoon. I saw zero reason to get involved, and I have not heard about a dark army, so it should be fine.

Oh, but the real kicker for the day came in geometry. Normally I love geometry because it's cool and interesting and I want to be an architect. But today? Today we were assigned a group project, and I have the worst possible group.

First, there's Lionel Hart. He's already been late to class twice, and he is always wearing a pendant shaped like a lion. It looks exactly like the amulet that a certain hero calling himself the King of Beasts has when he shreds through robots -- and nearby buildings -- with his metallic claws. He seems like a decent hero if you're willing to overlook the rampant, easily avoidable collateral damage he causes. However, if there is one thing I have learned, getting a hero to do their share on a group assignment is kind of like herding cats if the cats weighed two tons and were actively avoiding you.

Then there's Bernard Valentine, who I know from middle school. Now some people might wonder why I would list a boy who is so thoroughly a teddy bear on this list. All anyone says about him is how shy and gentle he is and how he never seems to get angry. I got suspicious as soon as the guy bullying him ended up in the hospital, as did the next one. Even then I thought maybe someone else was trying to "help" him, so I followed him discreetly for a bit. I finally saw him get angry. Let's just say it involves him getting a lot bigger and hairier and stronger. Most people know that side of him as "Berserker." He has a lot of people gunning for him, including heroes, villains, law enforcement, and a few aliens. In summary he's dangerous to be around, is of questionable reliability, and also happens to suck at math. I doubt he'll contribute much.

The last group member is Wisteria Walcott. She seems pretty normal, but I've found alliterative names to be a red flag. She also just about fell asleep in class today, so even if she is normal she might not be useful. Still, it's worth trying to get her help, because otherwise I'm going to have to do the work of four people by myself. Yay.

Anyway, I set up a meeting at the library tomorrow. We'll see if anyone shows up.
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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
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Bittersweet

It's the shaking hands and aching chest

When you're strong enough to pass the test.

It's when the gray clouds and neverending rain

Refract every color; the sun shines again.

It's the burning pins in your fingers

Because the cold no longer lingers.

It's the ringtone that gives you a heart attack

When you learn that the surgery went on track.

That's how you know that no endless night

Will ever be unbroken by light.

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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
Written by HermitThrush
Bittersweet
It's the shaking hands and aching chest
When you're strong enough to pass the test.

It's when the gray clouds and neverending rain
Refract every color; the sun shines again.

It's the burning pins in your fingers
Because the cold no longer lingers.

It's the ringtone that gives you a heart attack
When you learn that the surgery went on track.

That's how you know that no endless night
Will ever be unbroken by light.


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Which superhero or villain would you want to change places with for a day and why? Don't forget to tag me!
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The superhero I would most want to be for a day is the Wasp. Cool costume, cool powers, and the villains would never see me coming.

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The superhero I would most want to be for a day is the Wasp. Cool costume, cool powers, and the villains would never see me coming.
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Job Search

I was tired of writing essays, so I took a moment to check my emails. My heart made a dull thud as the first thing I saw was the words "We have concluded interviews for the position and regret to inform you..." The rest was cut off, but a quick glance at the sender let me know the rest of the story. Apparently I wasn't good enough for that job either. I opened it and read the whole thing, half-hoping the tail end said, "but we found something else for you." It didn't, of course. I rolled my eyes and deleted the email.

Upon deleting that email, three more in much the same vein blipped into view. Frustrated, I stood up and stretched. Time for another batch of applications I suppose. Worst case I can get a job at a restaurant, right? Oh wait I'm probably overqualified. Seems like my degree was supposed to get me jobs, but so far all I've gotten are loans.

I pulled up yet another job site and scrolled through. Here's an unpaid position; how generous. What about this entry level one? Never mind, they want three years of experience plus a masters. Then I found one that I actually qualified for, but it had two hundred other applicants. Still worth a shot, but unlikely to say the least.

After a while, I checked my email again. This time, the first words that caught my eye were "Congratulations! As a top applicant..." I tried to still my heart as I clicked. I waited as the text appeared on a white screen. "...you made it to the final stages of our screening process. Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a job at this time..."

I stopped reading and stormed off to get chocolate ice cream.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Job Search
I was tired of writing essays, so I took a moment to check my emails. My heart made a dull thud as the first thing I saw was the words "We have concluded interviews for the position and regret to inform you..." The rest was cut off, but a quick glance at the sender let me know the rest of the story. Apparently I wasn't good enough for that job either. I opened it and read the whole thing, half-hoping the tail end said, "but we found something else for you." It didn't, of course. I rolled my eyes and deleted the email.

Upon deleting that email, three more in much the same vein blipped into view. Frustrated, I stood up and stretched. Time for another batch of applications I suppose. Worst case I can get a job at a restaurant, right? Oh wait I'm probably overqualified. Seems like my degree was supposed to get me jobs, but so far all I've gotten are loans.

I pulled up yet another job site and scrolled through. Here's an unpaid position; how generous. What about this entry level one? Never mind, they want three years of experience plus a masters. Then I found one that I actually qualified for, but it had two hundred other applicants. Still worth a shot, but unlikely to say the least.

After a while, I checked my email again. This time, the first words that caught my eye were "Congratulations! As a top applicant..." I tried to still my heart as I clicked. I waited as the text appeared on a white screen. "...you made it to the final stages of our screening process. Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a job at this time..."

I stopped reading and stormed off to get chocolate ice cream.
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Chapter 2 of The Disasterville Chronicles
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Chapter Two: One Day Down, Four Years to Go

Day Two: Today was surprisingly quiet, but I have every reason to believe it won't stay that way. Actually, maybe I should just start at the beginning.

I woke up this morning to the usual cacophony of sirens. It was five minutes before my alarm would have gone off, so I turned it off and got dressed. I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to pack duct tape, so I grabbed a roll and crammed it into my backpack. 

Mom and Dad were in a rush to get to work, as usual. Breakfast went something like, "I have to hurry but OH MY GOSH MY LITTLE GIRL IS ALL GROWN UP AND GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL now sweetie pay attention in class and make friends and -- wait where's my cell phone? -- oh and if a boy looks at you hit him over the head with a baseball bat." Parents sometimes. 

Today was not their turn to drive the carpool, so they hugged me and did the have-fun-be-careful routine at the front door. Mr. Reiser was driving, which made me nervous because he drives like crazy. He does at least leave on the radio, and I figured out pretty quickly that the sirens were from someone trying to rob the bank with a giant robot. Typical.

Azlyn got to ride shotgun because it's her dad's car, so I was sitting behind her. She turned around and asked, "Are you excited for today?" Without waiting for a reply she continued, "I'm excited. But I'm also scared. Let's stick together until our first classes so we don't have to go in alone."

I gave her a thumbs up. She's one of the few people safe to be friends with that I like, so of course I would stay close. She must have slept well for once. Normally she's a bit tired, something to do with sleepwalking and somehow beating up any would-be criminal within a mile radius. I still don't know how her parents AND siblings are oblivious to her nighttime expeditions. They all know she sleepwalks and have caught her up several times, but none of the Reisers (not even Azlyn) know she's ever left the house, nor do they catch her coming back in. I suspect the criminals don't say anything because they're too embarrassed to admit they got taken down by a girl wearing bunny slippers. Normally that would freak me out, but I don't care too much since she never seems to get hurt and it keeps the neighborhood slightly safer.

Before heading to school we stopped to pick up Ignatius "Iggy" Garcia and his twin brother Sol. As you might have guessed, they both have fire powers. They've tag teamed as superheroes since sixth grade under the names Firecracker and Fireworks. Of course, no one suspects that the twins who have been around for a surprising number of spontaneous combustion incidents are secretly the explosive twin superheroes. I wonder if this is what Sherlock Holmes felt like.

Anyway, they slid into the back seat and immediately started joke-flirting with Azlyn. Neither of them are serious about dating yet, but they like to see her blush. I was always careful not to give them a reaction. If you want a life expectancy longer than a year in this city, DO NOT give anyone the impression that you are dating the secret identity of even a moderately well-known superhero. Unless, of course, you yourself are a superhero, which I am not. Even being friends can be risky, so I've been a little more standoffish than I would be if they were normal. Everyone else chalks it up to me being shy around boys, and I am perfectly OK with that impression.

We got to the school in record time. We didn't even hit any detours. In fact, the whole area around the school was spooky quiet. Then it hit me that most of the people who would cause a commotion were having their first day of the school year too. Apparently, the one thing supervillains, cyborgs, aliens, etc. have in common is that they want to make a good first impression.

I recognized a fair amount of people from middle school, but there were plenty of other people I had never seen before. I was on high alert, trying to pick up every detail about the people around me, but I mostly got broad impressions about groups. The upperclassmen as a whole were astonishingly familiar. I'd say about one in three had been in an incident at some point, and of those about ninety percent had abilities. I even passed one boy who I am positive is Devastator, one of the top ten most powerful supervillains in the city whose superpower is to blow things up by pointing at them. I think I'll avoid that part of the school if possible.

The freshman, though -- I don't think I've ever seen a higher concentration of normal people. Outside anyone I had identified in middle school, even after a full day of classes, I only saw one person who was not normal. Officially she's a transfer student from Japan named Yuki, but I'm pretty sure she's actually an alien. She kind of gave herself away when her hair changed color. At least most people had an excuse to miss that since a small earthquake hit just then. Also she's made several remarks about how strange this plan-- er, country is to her. Oh, right, there was also that boy in geometry whose circuitry showed for a second -- not sure if he's a cyborg or a robot yet though.

After class I started to have an inkling of the reason for disparity between the freshman and upperclassmen. First there was an object crashing just outside town, and a group of friends ran off to investigate. Ten bucks say they end up with superpowers from the obviously-not-an-alien-spaceship. Then there was another group who fell through a portal that popped up out of nowhere. I'm sure they'll make a fine addition to the magical community. That's not counting the kid who was getting bullied, get fed up and picked up a vending machine, then ran off shouting "What's happening to me?" Subtle. Then there was the girl I noticed hanging around the chemistry closet muttering about how everyone will appreciate her. Note to self: keep an eye out for a new science villain. By the time Mr. Reiser came back to pick us up, a decent chunk of the freshmen were missing or clearly setting themselves up for a dose of weirdness. I couldn't leave fast enough.

I could hear explosions in the distance as we drove back. I suspect they will mirror after school hours in the area, at least for a while. Iggy just complained about the loud bass he was hearing. I mean, you'd think he at least would have a clue, but no, even if you've been on an extradimensional adventure everything is normal until it punches you in the face. Unless of course it involves your archnemesis, at which point you pick up the smallest bread crumb that somehow points to a conspiracy to take over the world.

No homework today, so I'll catch up on the news once I'm through this entry. I also need to start thinking about clubs. There's a showcase tomorrow where they'll be trying to get new members. Not joining any is an option, but if you stick to yourself too much you're a loner and that gets you noticed just as much as being friends with the wrong person. I'll have to figure out the safest one to join. Aaaand I just realized I don't actually remember the names of anyone I met today. I guess I'll have to try harder tomorrow.

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Chapter 2 of The Disasterville Chronicles
Written by HermitThrush
Chapter Two: One Day Down, Four Years to Go
Day Two: Today was surprisingly quiet, but I have every reason to believe it won't stay that way. Actually, maybe I should just start at the beginning.

I woke up this morning to the usual cacophony of sirens. It was five minutes before my alarm would have gone off, so I turned it off and got dressed. I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to pack duct tape, so I grabbed a roll and crammed it into my backpack. 

Mom and Dad were in a rush to get to work, as usual. Breakfast went something like, "I have to hurry but OH MY GOSH MY LITTLE GIRL IS ALL GROWN UP AND GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL now sweetie pay attention in class and make friends and -- wait where's my cell phone? -- oh and if a boy looks at you hit him over the head with a baseball bat." Parents sometimes. 

Today was not their turn to drive the carpool, so they hugged me and did the have-fun-be-careful routine at the front door. Mr. Reiser was driving, which made me nervous because he drives like crazy. He does at least leave on the radio, and I figured out pretty quickly that the sirens were from someone trying to rob the bank with a giant robot. Typical.

Azlyn got to ride shotgun because it's her dad's car, so I was sitting behind her. She turned around and asked, "Are you excited for today?" Without waiting for a reply she continued, "I'm excited. But I'm also scared. Let's stick together until our first classes so we don't have to go in alone."

I gave her a thumbs up. She's one of the few people safe to be friends with that I like, so of course I would stay close. She must have slept well for once. Normally she's a bit tired, something to do with sleepwalking and somehow beating up any would-be criminal within a mile radius. I still don't know how her parents AND siblings are oblivious to her nighttime expeditions. They all know she sleepwalks and have caught her up several times, but none of the Reisers (not even Azlyn) know she's ever left the house, nor do they catch her coming back in. I suspect the criminals don't say anything because they're too embarrassed to admit they got taken down by a girl wearing bunny slippers. Normally that would freak me out, but I don't care too much since she never seems to get hurt and it keeps the neighborhood slightly safer.

Before heading to school we stopped to pick up Ignatius "Iggy" Garcia and his twin brother Sol. As you might have guessed, they both have fire powers. They've tag teamed as superheroes since sixth grade under the names Firecracker and Fireworks. Of course, no one suspects that the twins who have been around for a surprising number of spontaneous combustion incidents are secretly the explosive twin superheroes. I wonder if this is what Sherlock Holmes felt like.

Anyway, they slid into the back seat and immediately started joke-flirting with Azlyn. Neither of them are serious about dating yet, but they like to see her blush. I was always careful not to give them a reaction. If you want a life expectancy longer than a year in this city, DO NOT give anyone the impression that you are dating the secret identity of even a moderately well-known superhero. Unless, of course, you yourself are a superhero, which I am not. Even being friends can be risky, so I've been a little more standoffish than I would be if they were normal. Everyone else chalks it up to me being shy around boys, and I am perfectly OK with that impression.

We got to the school in record time. We didn't even hit any detours. In fact, the whole area around the school was spooky quiet. Then it hit me that most of the people who would cause a commotion were having their first day of the school year too. Apparently, the one thing supervillains, cyborgs, aliens, etc. have in common is that they want to make a good first impression.

I recognized a fair amount of people from middle school, but there were plenty of other people I had never seen before. I was on high alert, trying to pick up every detail about the people around me, but I mostly got broad impressions about groups. The upperclassmen as a whole were astonishingly familiar. I'd say about one in three had been in an incident at some point, and of those about ninety percent had abilities. I even passed one boy who I am positive is Devastator, one of the top ten most powerful supervillains in the city whose superpower is to blow things up by pointing at them. I think I'll avoid that part of the school if possible.

The freshman, though -- I don't think I've ever seen a higher concentration of normal people. Outside anyone I had identified in middle school, even after a full day of classes, I only saw one person who was not normal. Officially she's a transfer student from Japan named Yuki, but I'm pretty sure she's actually an alien. She kind of gave herself away when her hair changed color. At least most people had an excuse to miss that since a small earthquake hit just then. Also she's made several remarks about how strange this plan-- er, country is to her. Oh, right, there was also that boy in geometry whose circuitry showed for a second -- not sure if he's a cyborg or a robot yet though.

After class I started to have an inkling of the reason for disparity between the freshman and upperclassmen. First there was an object crashing just outside town, and a group of friends ran off to investigate. Ten bucks say they end up with superpowers from the obviously-not-an-alien-spaceship. Then there was another group who fell through a portal that popped up out of nowhere. I'm sure they'll make a fine addition to the magical community. That's not counting the kid who was getting bullied, get fed up and picked up a vending machine, then ran off shouting "What's happening to me?" Subtle. Then there was the girl I noticed hanging around the chemistry closet muttering about how everyone will appreciate her. Note to self: keep an eye out for a new science villain. By the time Mr. Reiser came back to pick us up, a decent chunk of the freshmen were missing or clearly setting themselves up for a dose of weirdness. I couldn't leave fast enough.

I could hear explosions in the distance as we drove back. I suspect they will mirror after school hours in the area, at least for a while. Iggy just complained about the loud bass he was hearing. I mean, you'd think he at least would have a clue, but no, even if you've been on an extradimensional adventure everything is normal until it punches you in the face. Unless of course it involves your archnemesis, at which point you pick up the smallest bread crumb that somehow points to a conspiracy to take over the world.

No homework today, so I'll catch up on the news once I'm through this entry. I also need to start thinking about clubs. There's a showcase tomorrow where they'll be trying to get new members. Not joining any is an option, but if you stick to yourself too much you're a loner and that gets you noticed just as much as being friends with the wrong person. I'll have to figure out the safest one to join. Aaaand I just realized I don't actually remember the names of anyone I met today. I guess I'll have to try harder tomorrow.
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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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First Contact

We were looking for the fall.

A fall, in this case, refers to a meteorite located based on eyewitness accounts or similar tracking of an impact event. Its counterpart is the find, where a meteorite is discovered in the field without prior knowledge of the impact.

Back to the story. Some friends and I are amateur astronomers, and we were lucky enough to see the meteor as it streaked toward the ground to become a meteorite. Since we hadn't planned to head home before the small hours of the morning anyway, we jumped in a car and headed straight for it. Of course whats-his-name who's always bragging about his friends at NASA was trying to call them, but maybe they find him annoying too because they didn't answer.

It took us a few hours to find it, and Shivani was sure that we wouldn't be able to find it in the dark. She was wrong. None of us were prepared for what would happen once we got there, though. It wasn't a spaceship or anything -- something that large couldn't be confused with the small chunk of rock we expected. It was, however, a small metal cylinder. I'd like to think most of our little club are slightly more intelligent than average -- that's what everyone seems to think when we mention our love of astronomy or physics, anyway. However, intelligence does not imply common sense, and scientific types tend to be more curious than average. Lucas, an astrobiologist by day, picked that extraterrestrial object right up. Idiot.

So anyway, I was halfway to the car screaming for him not to do anything else in about a microsecond, but it was a bit late to take a cautious approach. That little cylinder started glowing almost as soon as he picked it up, and things are a bit fuzzy after that. I do remember waking up in isolation at the hospital with a fever, an atrocious cough that burst some blood vessels in my eyes and turned my sclera red, nausea, dizziness, numb toes, and a migraine. To be honest that's about all I remember for a while, though. My only solace was that Lucas came down with the exact same case of the space flu.

It took two weeks before all of us stopped having symptoms, and another three before the doctors/suits/military types were convinced that we weren't carriers for an alien bioweapon that would wipe out life as we know it. Even after they released us we had mandatory weekly check-ins for a while. They wouldn't tell us much, but that didn't stop Lucas from speculating as to whether whatever we had was more like a virus, a protist, or an extremophile bacterium I can't pronounce or spell (physicist, not a biologist). I told him to stuff it because he could have gotten us killed. He hasn't spoken to me for a while.

This all was finally, finally fading into one of those funny stories you tell people at parties when the sequel hit. I was just lying in bed trying to fall asleep when a voice from nowhere said, "Hello, Astrid."

I jumped right out of bed, turned on the light, and looked for an intruder. The room was empty.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," continued the voice. "But from what your friend told you, I'd say I'm most like a colonial protist."

Expletives raced through my head and I punched the wall a couple times. Then I sat down, covered my ears, and tried to convince myself it was a nightmare.

The voice persisted. "I apologize. I realize now that this is fairly disturbing by your standards, but it's the only way I can communicate with you."

I sighed and leaned back, considering a multitude of questions that seemed impossible to choose between. The first one I could muster was, "How do you speak English?"

It's strange to say, but I could feel its? their? amusement. "I've been watching since we met. English was tricky, but I can assure you there are other languages that are much harder to learn. Plus I am by profession a combination of a linguist and a sociologist."

I have to admit I started getting genuinely curious. "So... just how much intelligent life have you run into?"

"There are only a couple I know of, but considering how hard interstellar travel is there could be plenty more that I haven't met. I'm a bit surprised you haven't asked how I'm talking to you, though."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, 'How are you in my head' seems a bit redundant since it's obvious you're whatever made me so sick, which means you probably have access to my nervous system or something."

"Close enough. I apologize for the sickness, but as you might guess it's difficult for me to initiate symbiosis without running afoul of a foreign immune system."

A sudden thought occurred to me. "Does this mean the rest of the astronomy club is talking to a voice in their heads about now?"

Finally the voice paused. "Human immune systems are unlike others I have encountered," it said slowly. "If there had been survivors in other hosts I would be able to tell."

I have to admit, I felt a bit sad at that point.

"Don't be," the voice continued. "I am using singular pronouns because that is what you're used to. I am a colonial organism after all. I was the only individual to come here to minimize the risks. As long as some cells survived I am still alive."

I glared at the wall. Was this thing reading my mind?

"I apologize again. From now on we will share a link. Emotions can be felt automatically, but thoughts will not be shared without permission. Also, you may be upset to hear this, but once a bond is formed it cannot be broken until one of us dies."

I sighed and stood up. "So we're stuck together? It figures. What should I call you?"

I felt hesitation. "Perhaps you should pick an appropriate name."

"How about Xena? Maybe Stella or Luna?"

"Xena. I like Xena."

I grinned. "Well then Xena, shall I take you to my leader? Call the UN or something?"

"I suspect we should start at your next check-in. They will be more likely to believe us that way."

So anyway, that's the story of how an alien ambassador is living in my head now.

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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First Contact
We were looking for the fall.

A fall, in this case, refers to a meteorite located based on eyewitness accounts or similar tracking of an impact event. Its counterpart is the find, where a meteorite is discovered in the field without prior knowledge of the impact.

Back to the story. Some friends and I are amateur astronomers, and we were lucky enough to see the meteor as it streaked toward the ground to become a meteorite. Since we hadn't planned to head home before the small hours of the morning anyway, we jumped in a car and headed straight for it. Of course whats-his-name who's always bragging about his friends at NASA was trying to call them, but maybe they find him annoying too because they didn't answer.

It took us a few hours to find it, and Shivani was sure that we wouldn't be able to find it in the dark. She was wrong. None of us were prepared for what would happen once we got there, though. It wasn't a spaceship or anything -- something that large couldn't be confused with the small chunk of rock we expected. It was, however, a small metal cylinder. I'd like to think most of our little club are slightly more intelligent than average -- that's what everyone seems to think when we mention our love of astronomy or physics, anyway. However, intelligence does not imply common sense, and scientific types tend to be more curious than average. Lucas, an astrobiologist by day, picked that extraterrestrial object right up. Idiot.

So anyway, I was halfway to the car screaming for him not to do anything else in about a microsecond, but it was a bit late to take a cautious approach. That little cylinder started glowing almost as soon as he picked it up, and things are a bit fuzzy after that. I do remember waking up in isolation at the hospital with a fever, an atrocious cough that burst some blood vessels in my eyes and turned my sclera red, nausea, dizziness, numb toes, and a migraine. To be honest that's about all I remember for a while, though. My only solace was that Lucas came down with the exact same case of the space flu.

It took two weeks before all of us stopped having symptoms, and another three before the doctors/suits/military types were convinced that we weren't carriers for an alien bioweapon that would wipe out life as we know it. Even after they released us we had mandatory weekly check-ins for a while. They wouldn't tell us much, but that didn't stop Lucas from speculating as to whether whatever we had was more like a virus, a protist, or an extremophile bacterium I can't pronounce or spell (physicist, not a biologist). I told him to stuff it because he could have gotten us killed. He hasn't spoken to me for a while.

This all was finally, finally fading into one of those funny stories you tell people at parties when the sequel hit. I was just lying in bed trying to fall asleep when a voice from nowhere said, "Hello, Astrid."

I jumped right out of bed, turned on the light, and looked for an intruder. The room was empty.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," continued the voice. "But from what your friend told you, I'd say I'm most like a colonial protist."

Expletives raced through my head and I punched the wall a couple times. Then I sat down, covered my ears, and tried to convince myself it was a nightmare.

The voice persisted. "I apologize. I realize now that this is fairly disturbing by your standards, but it's the only way I can communicate with you."

I sighed and leaned back, considering a multitude of questions that seemed impossible to choose between. The first one I could muster was, "How do you speak English?"

It's strange to say, but I could feel its? their? amusement. "I've been watching since we met. English was tricky, but I can assure you there are other languages that are much harder to learn. Plus I am by profession a combination of a linguist and a sociologist."

I have to admit I started getting genuinely curious. "So... just how much intelligent life have you run into?"

"There are only a couple I know of, but considering how hard interstellar travel is there could be plenty more that I haven't met. I'm a bit surprised you haven't asked how I'm talking to you, though."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, 'How are you in my head' seems a bit redundant since it's obvious you're whatever made me so sick, which means you probably have access to my nervous system or something."

"Close enough. I apologize for the sickness, but as you might guess it's difficult for me to initiate symbiosis without running afoul of a foreign immune system."

A sudden thought occurred to me. "Does this mean the rest of the astronomy club is talking to a voice in their heads about now?"

Finally the voice paused. "Human immune systems are unlike others I have encountered," it said slowly. "If there had been survivors in other hosts I would be able to tell."

I have to admit, I felt a bit sad at that point.

"Don't be," the voice continued. "I am using singular pronouns because that is what you're used to. I am a colonial organism after all. I was the only individual to come here to minimize the risks. As long as some cells survived I am still alive."

I glared at the wall. Was this thing reading my mind?

"I apologize again. From now on we will share a link. Emotions can be felt automatically, but thoughts will not be shared without permission. Also, you may be upset to hear this, but once a bond is formed it cannot be broken until one of us dies."

I sighed and stood up. "So we're stuck together? It figures. What should I call you?"

I felt hesitation. "Perhaps you should pick an appropriate name."

"How about Xena? Maybe Stella or Luna?"

"Xena. I like Xena."

I grinned. "Well then Xena, shall I take you to my leader? Call the UN or something?"

"I suspect we should start at your next check-in. They will be more likely to believe us that way."

So anyway, that's the story of how an alien ambassador is living in my head now.


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Chapter 1 of The Disasterville Chronicles
Written by HermitThrush in portal Long-Form Prose

The Disasterville Chronicles: Chapter One

Explanatory note: My name is Sophia Baumeister, and what you will be reading are slightly edited excerpts from a diary I kept. As strange as it might seem to some of the audience members, I only changed particularly problematic grammar and the names of people and places involved. Everything else is as factual as can be expected of a diary. I also decided to be kind and translated it from the triple cipher method I used, otherwise it would be unintelligible.

Day One:

Since I am officially starting high school tomorrow, I have decided to start keeping a diary. I suspect it will be necessary catharsis after dealing with the usual drama. Writing things down will also help me keep track of who is speaking to whom, the latest gossip, and most importantly who is on hero/villain rotation. You know, typical high school stuff.

Oh, who am I kidding. This city is the craziest place on the planet. I still can't believe we've lived here as long as we have; you would think my parents would be more interested in moving after the third time downtown got demolished. But no, our lives and jobs and houses are here, so no matter how insane it gets we're not moving from Disasterville. So this diary is to help me survive the weirdness that no one else cares about or notices.

First off, my initial assessment of Disasterville High. It is, without question, one of the top five epicenters of the inexplicable in this city. Last year alone major portions of the school had to be rebuilt thirty-seven times for "gas leaks." Make that thirty-six times, once it was "planned renovations" that just happened to follow a major kaiju smackdown thwarted by a girl in a poofy dress and her pet cat. That, of course, brings me to the second stage of the assessment. Based on the apparent age of most heroes/villains/alien robots in the city, combined with the number of the same in middle school, I'd say that my class will have, at most, 50% normal people. Knowing my luck, most of the teachers will be decidedly far from normal as well. I hope at least some of the teachers are both normal and competent; it will be much easier to come out unscathed if so.

Anyway, I'm trying to decide what to bring in my backpack. I have to bring the usual stuff for class, plus my sketchbook. I'll definitely keep the flashlight, glowsticks, nonperishable snacks, water bottle, and umbrella from middle school. I'm tempted to replace the extra walkie-talkies with a burner phone, but that would defeat the purpose of having a radio backup if the cell tower is down. I'd also like to bring something a little more defense-oriented, but I'm not sure school policies allow anything more than pepper spray. I might be able to sneak in some flour bombs if I pretend they're baking supplies since smoke bombs are explicitly banned. At least the water bottle is stainless steel. Oh, and I can't forget to bring the inflatable life vest I just got. I'll go add that now. Oh, and garlic. Lots and lots of garlic. It might be hard to bring a spare change of clothes with all that; maybe I'll just dress in layers and keep a heavy jacket in my locker.

My classes at least looks pretty good. I have history with Mr. Traveler (his first name isn't Tim, I checked), shop class with Mrs. Elric, Spanish with... actually the teacher isn't listed... geometry with Dr. Defender (take a wild guess what she does in her spare time), and biology with Mr. Daemon. Like I said, the classes look good, it's the teachers I'm worried about.

I should go to bed early but I'm nervous.I know I'll need to be at my best tomorrow, and that won't happen if I'm sleep deprived. I think I'll go double check the security system and set up the window cans just in case. In this city, you can't be too careful.

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Chapter 1 of The Disasterville Chronicles
Written by HermitThrush in portal Long-Form Prose
The Disasterville Chronicles: Chapter One
Explanatory note: My name is Sophia Baumeister, and what you will be reading are slightly edited excerpts from a diary I kept. As strange as it might seem to some of the audience members, I only changed particularly problematic grammar and the names of people and places involved. Everything else is as factual as can be expected of a diary. I also decided to be kind and translated it from the triple cipher method I used, otherwise it would be unintelligible.

Day One:

Since I am officially starting high school tomorrow, I have decided to start keeping a diary. I suspect it will be necessary catharsis after dealing with the usual drama. Writing things down will also help me keep track of who is speaking to whom, the latest gossip, and most importantly who is on hero/villain rotation. You know, typical high school stuff.

Oh, who am I kidding. This city is the craziest place on the planet. I still can't believe we've lived here as long as we have; you would think my parents would be more interested in moving after the third time downtown got demolished. But no, our lives and jobs and houses are here, so no matter how insane it gets we're not moving from Disasterville. So this diary is to help me survive the weirdness that no one else cares about or notices.

First off, my initial assessment of Disasterville High. It is, without question, one of the top five epicenters of the inexplicable in this city. Last year alone major portions of the school had to be rebuilt thirty-seven times for "gas leaks." Make that thirty-six times, once it was "planned renovations" that just happened to follow a major kaiju smackdown thwarted by a girl in a poofy dress and her pet cat. That, of course, brings me to the second stage of the assessment. Based on the apparent age of most heroes/villains/alien robots in the city, combined with the number of the same in middle school, I'd say that my class will have, at most, 50% normal people. Knowing my luck, most of the teachers will be decidedly far from normal as well. I hope at least some of the teachers are both normal and competent; it will be much easier to come out unscathed if so.

Anyway, I'm trying to decide what to bring in my backpack. I have to bring the usual stuff for class, plus my sketchbook. I'll definitely keep the flashlight, glowsticks, nonperishable snacks, water bottle, and umbrella from middle school. I'm tempted to replace the extra walkie-talkies with a burner phone, but that would defeat the purpose of having a radio backup if the cell tower is down. I'd also like to bring something a little more defense-oriented, but I'm not sure school policies allow anything more than pepper spray. I might be able to sneak in some flour bombs if I pretend they're baking supplies since smoke bombs are explicitly banned. At least the water bottle is stainless steel. Oh, and I can't forget to bring the inflatable life vest I just got. I'll go add that now. Oh, and garlic. Lots and lots of garlic. It might be hard to bring a spare change of clothes with all that; maybe I'll just dress in layers and keep a heavy jacket in my locker.

My classes at least looks pretty good. I have history with Mr. Traveler (his first name isn't Tim, I checked), shop class with Mrs. Elric, Spanish with... actually the teacher isn't listed... geometry with Dr. Defender (take a wild guess what she does in her spare time), and biology with Mr. Daemon. Like I said, the classes look good, it's the teachers I'm worried about.

I should go to bed early but I'm nervous.I know I'll need to be at my best tomorrow, and that won't happen if I'm sleep deprived. I think I'll go double check the security system and set up the window cans just in case. In this city, you can't be too careful.
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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
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It was most obvious in the cities at first. With so many people in one area, it was a matter of statistics. At first everyone thought it must be a virus or something, but no dice. The reason for people swelling up, choking, dying? Allergies. People started developing allergies en masse, and no one knew why, let alone how to stop it.

Pretty soon it was everyone. Not all the allergies were severe, thankfully, but if you had eaten something, you were now allergic to it. Pretty soon hospitals were distributing food substitutes as fast as they could but for most people it was a matter of figuring out which foods wouldn't kill you immediately. Malnutrition can be nasty, but everyone thought that they just had to wait it out until doctors could figure out what was happening.

Unfortunately, the allergies weren't static. They just got worse and worse over time. People who thought it was safe to keep eating something because it just gave them a rash would be going into anaphylactic shock by the end of the week. It was possible to rotate between a few foods to stave off the inevitable, but only a handful of people had access to that much variety by the end.

Ultimately, though, what no one could deal with was the allergies to medicine. Anyone treated for allergies became allergic to allergy medication. Anyone who had prescription medicine had to face their conditions unmitigated. Even painkillers were now potentially deadly. That's when people gave up on the hospitals.

And that's how humanity finally died out. Surrounded by all the resources they could possibly need, they starved.

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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
Written by HermitThrush
Hypersensitive
It was most obvious in the cities at first. With so many people in one area, it was a matter of statistics. At first everyone thought it must be a virus or something, but no dice. The reason for people swelling up, choking, dying? Allergies. People started developing allergies en masse, and no one knew why, let alone how to stop it.

Pretty soon it was everyone. Not all the allergies were severe, thankfully, but if you had eaten something, you were now allergic to it. Pretty soon hospitals were distributing food substitutes as fast as they could but for most people it was a matter of figuring out which foods wouldn't kill you immediately. Malnutrition can be nasty, but everyone thought that they just had to wait it out until doctors could figure out what was happening.

Unfortunately, the allergies weren't static. They just got worse and worse over time. People who thought it was safe to keep eating something because it just gave them a rash would be going into anaphylactic shock by the end of the week. It was possible to rotate between a few foods to stave off the inevitable, but only a handful of people had access to that much variety by the end.

Ultimately, though, what no one could deal with was the allergies to medicine. Anyone treated for allergies became allergic to allergy medication. Anyone who had prescription medicine had to face their conditions unmitigated. Even painkillers were now potentially deadly. That's when people gave up on the hospitals.

And that's how humanity finally died out. Surrounded by all the resources they could possibly need, they starved.
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (March) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘I DRINK A COCKTAIL OF MOONLIGHT…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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I drink a cocktail of moonlight

My head splits into midnight

Reason flies far out of sight

My body burns on the arctic ice

If I could breathe that might be nice

I corkscrew down into morning light

Stupid fever

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (March) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘I DRINK A COCKTAIL OF MOONLIGHT…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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I drink a cocktail of moonlight
My head splits into midnight
Reason flies far out of sight
My body burns on the arctic ice
If I could breathe that might be nice
I corkscrew down into morning light
Stupid fever
#nightdwellers  #beginningline 
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Doesn't everyone know that?

The yellow and black flag means "plague." As in, stop coming to ask me about it or you'll be infected.

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Doesn't everyone know that?
The yellow and black flag means "plague." As in, stop coming to ask me about it or you'll be infected.
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