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They watch us, each move.

Hidden, they see us.

Quietly, they take us.

 

We are but ants to Them,

Living in a glass world,

On display,

Our daily lives,

Unbeknownst and unparseable to us.

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2026/01/03

Hungry     His stomach growled, but he couldn’t sate it. Not yet. He still had patients to deal with. As the next one—a young man—entered, he forced himself to focus on anything other than his hunger. Each time he finished the meager rations, he looked forward to the next meal—if you could call it one.     His patient turned out to have signs of that new sickness that was rampant in these parts. He hoped he hadn’t caught it. The sickness hadn’t claimed any lives…yet. Though it was also fairl
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2026/01/02

The Moment It was time. The moment he’d been waiting for all his life. Pack on his shoulder, he squinted up at the midday sky where the large reflective vessel was descending. All around him, people were standing, bewildered, in the streets. Cars were stopped, with people leaning out the windows or getting out to gaze at the metallic beast from beyond.   Highway I rolled down the driver-side window and gazed through the windshield at the landscape passing alongside the highway. Roc
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2026/01/01

Note: this post was from Jan 1., which is the reason for the title. I will be posting the stories I wrote in the past week over the course of a few days until I am caught up. I will still be writing stories each day (as I did today), but I won't post them for a few days - to avoid messing up the order on the blog. Enjoy!   Forgiven He forgave her. It hadn’t been her fault, nor his. It was their doing all along, those deceivers. He held out his arms, and they embraced one another
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2025/12/31

Note: this entry is entitled "2025/12/31" because that is the date I wrote the following stories.   The Diary I had a lot of books. Most of them were collecting dust, scarcely touched. One day, I turned from my desk as a loud crash sounded, and books came tumbling down. On top of the pile? My cat, Ivy, sat, licking her paw innocently. I sighed—she was always doing things like this. I carefully shooed Ivy off the books, and the pile shifted precariously. Then I saw it. I had lost it y
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