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Wealthy businessman sneers at homeless man outside restaurant. "Get lost!" Manager steps forward to remove him. Suddenly, homeless man pulls out CEO badge. "Actually, I own this chain. Annual undercover check complete. You're both fired." Sometimes karma works fast.

The desert sand bites at his skin as the sun disappears behind a wall of dust. He stands before the ancient stone gates, heart drumming against his ribs. A voice echoes from the wind, demanding a price he cannot pay. He doesn't bow. Instead, he stares into the void and claims his throne.

You promised we would play video games after school, but you went to Greg's house instead. You didn't even tell me! And when I called you on the phone, you pretended you were sick. That's not what best friends do.

Listen, I’ve spent forty-five years in a post-apocalyptic wasteland just to come back and deal with your incessant whining. The timeline is unraveling faster than your sanity, and frankly, I’m tired of being the only adult here. So, unless you want to be erased from existence, stay out of my way.

We want to discover how the story unfolds and what choices our characters make in this moment. We may feel nervous, we may feel thrilled. We want to see their reactions and hear their conversations. We may feel excited about every new development.

A boy walking alone under the vast night sky, wondering where the path leads. A boy listening to the whispers of the wind, still trying to find the answers. He searches every corner of the world, just a boy looking for the truth.

The professor watches in horror as Lucas deliberately breaks his fingers one by one, the bones instantly realign themselves, the worms visibly pulse beneath his skin, his classmates gather around fascinated, some recording on their phones while others back away disgusted.

Tonight's shift started like any other at County General. The clock struck midnight, and the usual silence settled in. Making my rounds through the empty pediatric ward, I noticed something odd about Room 302. The door was open, but I distinctly remembered closing it earlier.