Jesus Christ in a Handbasket!-*Cricket-Syamota
A Fool Act At God: Pynn The sun filtered through the leaves, leaving patches of golden light on the pale skin of the young man sitting on the park bench. His eyes were closed, his head rolled back to bask in the warmth of the summer day, ignoring the stares and whispers of those around him. He had his arms thrown over the back of the bench with his wrists resting a few inches from his under arms, his elbows bent acutely. It was some time in mid June, but he wore a turtle-neck sweater under his De Grunged t-shirt, his legs outstretched beneath his tattered cargo pants. The shoelaces of his sneakers werA Fool Act At God: Pynn
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The sterile, white lab was quiet. What was she talking about? The lab was always quiet. Since she had come back to work from her break, they had not seen fit to replace the colleagues she had lost. This was both a curse and a blessing. They were forcing the same workload on her the three of them had done but the upside was she would still take her time on it which slowed them down with their progress. Since she was stationed at the genetic department still, they were still dependant on her research for them to move further. In her spare time
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“So how have the tests come along? You know the higher ups will want to see some improvement on the cases’ health.” “If they want immediate results, tell them to come run these experiments themselves.” “You know the drill. They start the company, they get to sit on their asses and collect the big money while we work ours off to make them happy.” “True.” The scientist holding a clipboard of data sighed. He grabbed the corners of his eyes with his index finger and thumb,
Wow!
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