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Ashen Blade Industries pulled out of Coldwater Junction after apparent budget cuts. Three solid days of flatbeds moving heavy equipment, and for a while the town's one convenience store kept running out of coffee by ten in the morning from all the driver traffic. People stood outside watching the trucks go. After a certain point the pattern of it started to feel less like a corporate withdrawal and more like an evacuation, though I don't think anyone would have said that out loud. Then the trucks stopped and the roads cleared, and the fencing on the east parcels — land ABI had been sitting on for close to two years without doing anything visibly useful with it — stayed in pla...

Ashen Blade Industries pulled out of Coldwater Junction after apparent budget cuts. Three solid days of flatbeds moving heavy equipment, and for a while the town's one convenience store kept running out of coffee by ten in the morning from all the driver traffic. People stood outside watching the trucks go. After a certain point the pattern of it started to feel less like a corporate withdrawal and more like an evacuation, though I don't think anyone would have said that out loud. Then the trucks stopped and the roads cleared, and the fencing on the east parcels — land ABI had been sitting on for close to two years without doing anything visibly useful with it — stayed in pla...

Ashen Blade Industries pulled out of Coldwater Junction after apparent budget cuts. Three solid days of flatbeds moving heavy equipment, and for a while the town's one convenience store kept running out of coffee by ten in the morning from all the driver traffic. People stood outside watching the trucks go. After a certain point the pattern of it started to feel less like a corporate withdrawal and more like an evacuation, though I don't think anyone would have said that out loud. Then the trucks stopped and the roads cleared, and the fencing on the east parcels — land ABI had been sitting on for close to two years without doing anything visibly useful with it — stayed in pla...

Ashen Blade Industries pulled out of Coldwater Junction after apparent budget cuts. Three solid days of flatbeds moving heavy equipment, and for a while the town's one convenience store kept running out of coffee by ten in the morning from all the driver traffic. People stood outside watching the trucks go. After a certain point the pattern of it started to feel less like a corporate withdrawal and more like an evacuation, though I don't think anyone would have said that out loud. Then the trucks stopped and the roads cleared, and the fencing on the east parcels — land ABI had been sitting on for close to two years without doing anything visibly useful with it — stayed in pla...

**Shifting to a preferred version of Earth** Q.: \`Are we able to reach a greater level of equilibrium, freedom, and abundance for all of humanity across all countries?´ Bashar: \`No, no. Remember, you never change the planet you're on. You shift yourself to a new already coexisting version of Earth that already contains the reflections of people in a more harmonious state. You shift to new Earths all the time, literally billions of times per second. The other Earths still remain. So, some people will decide to go and shift to versions of Earth where disharmony will remain, some people will decide to shift to versions of Earth where there is more peace and harmony. So, not everyone w...

I had not known initially what to make of the pile of mucus and flesh that befell my doorstep as winter arrived. Snow had yet to begin, but cutting gusts of frigid air whalloped my front door to be let in, only allowed to when the mail went too long without being checked. This was how I found it. It laid–although maybe it didn’t, maybe it just was–on the front porch in a quick-to-dry puddle of its own liquids. This liquid in question sopped where the fatty meat touched pavement, but what the air could reach had dried out thoroughly into a crispy top. I had been so frightened, but neither hollering nor gasping, I only stood with an open mouth, then closed it in case something that could...

I had not known initially what to make of the pile of mucus and flesh that befell my doorstep as winter arrived. Snow had yet to begin, but cutting gusts of frigid air whalloped my front door to be let in, only allowed to when the mail went too long without being checked. This was how I found it. It laid–although maybe it didn’t, maybe it just was–on the front porch in a quick-to-dry puddle of its own liquids. This liquid in question sopped where the fatty meat touched pavement, but what the air could reach had dried out thoroughly into a crispy top. I had been so frightened, but neither hollering nor gasping, I only stood with an open mouth, then closed it in case something that could...

**© 2026 Aron Noyes. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, narrated, or adapted in any format (including YouTube or TikTok) without explicit written permission from the author.** I love chopping wood. There is something about the rhythmic thud of the axe that recalls the life I once led. That existence is long gone now, but its subtle echoes ground me on my darkest days. Growing up in the picturesque South was an irreplaceable gift; our family lived on fourteen acres littered with Southern pines that towered like giants, planted by my old man when he was still a spry youth. The property was bisected by an old dirt road that had existed long before we were even a tho...

**© 2026 Aron Noyes. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, narrated, or adapted in any format (including YouTube or TikTok) without explicit written permission from the author.** I love chopping wood. There is something about the rhythmic thud of the axe that recalls the life I once led. That existence is long gone now, but its subtle echoes ground me on my darkest days. Growing up in the picturesque South was an irreplaceable gift; our family lived on fourteen acres littered with Southern pines that towered like giants, planted by my old man when he was still a spry youth. The property was bisected by an old dirt road that had existed long before we were even a tho...

**© 2026 Aron Noyes. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, narrated, or adapted in any format (including YouTube or TikTok) without explicit written permission from the author.** I love chopping wood. There is something about the rhythmic thud of the axe that recalls the life I once led. That existence is long gone now, but its subtle echoes ground me on my darkest days. Growing up in the picturesque South was an irreplaceable gift; our family lived on fourteen acres littered with Southern pines that towered like giants, planted by my old man when he was still a spry youth. The property was bisected by an old dirt road that had existed long before we were even a tho...

**© 2026 Aron Noyes. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, narrated, or adapted in any format (including YouTube or TikTok) without explicit written permission from the author.** I love chopping wood. There is something about the rhythmic thud of the axe that recalls the life I once led. That existence is long gone now, but its subtle echoes ground me on my darkest days. Growing up in the picturesque South was an irreplaceable gift; our family lived on fourteen acres littered with Southern pines that towered like giants, planted by my old man when he was still a spry youth. The property was bisected by an old dirt road that had existed long before we were even a tho...

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#[All 292 events here with map and filters](https://www.ourphilly.org/this-weekend-in-philadelphia) ##[sign up for the newsletter to get this post in e-mail!!](https://stats.sender.net/forms/dPN914/view) **ACCESS Discounts** — EBT / ACCESS card holders can get free or steeply discounted admission to dozens of venues in the city. Over 470k Philadelphians qualify. Special ticketed events may not qualify. [Here's a list of events at participating venues!](https://www.ourphilly.org/access) # [Friday, April 17](https://www.ourphilly.org/date/2026-04-17) * [Braves at Phillies](https://www.ourphilly.org/events/atlanta-braves-at-philadelphia-phillies?date=2026-04-17) — 6:40 p.m., Stadi...

#    1. Came from the marshes    Estival Cycle  Just before the sun rose on a foggy morning in a marsh, a woman toiled to bring forth new life. She had awaited all hibernal season and most of the vernal season for this moment. The cold proved harsh for her and her swelling womb, and the vernal season brought no goods or food by her hand. She grew weaker daily and now the time has come.     She labored along the path near the trapped floodwaters that had become landlocked from the lagoon some years ago. She carried on as long as she could before coming to rest in the thick mist of the marsh, her back pressing against a fallen moss-covered log....

I'm doing a western reimagining of Orpheus and his journey to the underworld. I posted a little bit in a different subreddit, but I wrote some more and was hoping to get some feedback. Any kind is good, and I hope you enjoy it. Right now it's sitting at around 3500 words Somewhere beyond The Walking Desert, a place of scorched earth that would see a normal man die before he crossed it, was a town that even fewer living men would be privy to. Rust was the first and last stop before Hobbler's Gulch, the main street leading right up to the drop off. Whether a bridge was ever planned, or if there was one before, Mayor Hadley never said. Most folks knew better than to ask. The Gu...

Girlfriend of killer XL Bully owner says her life is 'ruined' due to victim's actions Lauren Lawler made a series of posts on Facebook following Sean Garner's guilty verdict Everything you need to know The girlfriend of an XL Bully breeder whose vicious dog mauled and killed a "confused" pensioner who wandered into their garden has said her life has been "ruined" thanks to the actions of the victim. Lauren Lawler said "(her) dogs would still be alive now" if victim John McColl "didn’t take it upon himself to go into (her) garden". Sean Garner, 31, was found guilty of being the owner of a dangerously out of control do...

[\[<Prev\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1qq57mz/the_eternal_factory_32_nova_wars/)[ \[Start\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1j2pxqe/the_factory_must_grow_a_nova_wars_fan_work_1/) \[Next>\] [\[Royal Road Archive\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1q1fr7g/the_eternal_factory_30_nova_wars/) Diana grumbled as she set her tablet aside and put her hands on her paws. Despite her ability and even comfort at walking on her hind legs, she was a Friend, a dog: Canis Lupus Familiaris Sapiens type IV to be exact. There was some other mumbo-jumbo that honestly Diana didn’t care about, nor did anyone who wasn’t a genetic historian. The end effect was that she ...

The ship seemed to be inconspicuous compared to most, although its construction was definitely outside of the galactic norm, it didn't stick out or fit in. Scans determined it was a simple cargo freighter, carrying standard payloads, sealed boxes, secured freight containers, the usual. The one thing that made it stand out however was its armament. A cargo ship certainly, but it had the equivalent firepower of a large destroyer. I sat at my console, carefully scanning, using more and better scanners with my supervisors direction. Despite everything, it was just a cargo freighter asking for docking permission. I looked behind me and spoke to the Station Master. "My Lord, the ident d...

It sticks with you, that smell. The sickly sweetness of burnt flesh in the thick summer air. Late July, 2011. I was hired to clear-cut a patch of swampland in a nearby town. Nothing too unusual. It’s what I do. God, how I wish now that the company contracting my team had been a little more forthcoming in their job description. They must have known about her. How could they not? Once our work was done, the land would be bulldozed and paved over for a new suburban shopping center. And so the cycle of industry rumbles on. The plot had already been drained, but puddles of sludgy excess still clung to recesses in the land, making the terrain a labyrinth of slippery mud traps tucked beneath a...

Queen RPG Summary: This kingdom is a utopia of administration and loyalty. Through strategic irrigation, infrastructure, and social welfare, the Queen achieved limitless wealth and universal favor. Military and security are paramount, ensuring stability. While science and environment are strong, spiritual unrest and a focus on secular power prevent perfection. The realm dominates global trade and navigation, securing a legacy cast in bronze and gold. The kingdom has transcended mere prosperity to become a global cultural and economic titan. Its infrastructure, governance, and food security are absolute (S-Tier), creating an unshakeable foundation. While its military is unbreakable and mora...