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Rachman's Survey

Right now there are countless people who don't realize that at some point in their lives a series of events were set in motion that will lead up to them killing someone they may have not even met yet, or maybe the other way around.

"There is nothing more dangerous than a group of well intentioned people."
-Unknown

"Sometimes it's not just paranoia. Sometimes they really are to get you."
-Samuel Landsman Auschwitz Survivor

"The successes of today lay the foundation for the follies of tomorrow."

 "Man fears the oblivion of obscurity far more, than the release of death."

"We look over our shoulders and into our future."

"There is no guarantee that the missiles haven't just left their silos and the bombers and subs haven't just received their orders. Some of us will be informed by the wailing of a siren, but many of us will never know what happened. There will only be the flash."

"There are people who actually…
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Eternity's Waiting Room

"It's stressful enough to think about the consequences of life decisions. I don't know if I could handle thinking about how I'm fucking up eternity. "

John wasn't sure how long it had been since he died. Nothing ever changed on the seemingly infinite plane of nothingness. He hadn't aged, he and everyone else there looked exactly the same as the first day he arrived. The force of time had no meaning in the vast emptiness. He was moving slowly up in a line where looking forward or backward he could see no end. He held what looked like a massive deli ticket that had the number 8,456,435,434 printed on it.
 The line contained people from all walks of life who had died in a variety of different ways. Geography often played a rather large role in this. Of course, there were people who had simply made it to a ripe old age and had gently drifted off into death, but there seemed to be fewer and fewer of those arriving. Far more often John was meeting victims of w…
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Tank Chocolate

The stench of death clung to the hot summer air, hanging over the city in a suffocating layer. The blazing sun was the only thing in the vast empty sky. It scorched the cobblestone streets and turned the tight urban corridors into an oven. There was a wall that ran through the city. It’s top was wrapped in barbwire and it was kept under the watch of rifle sites. The wall was a quarantine measure meant to isolate Warsaw's Jewish population. It was part of a process to physically excise them like a gangrenous limb.  The residents on the wrong side of the wall were branded with yellow stars. Hunger and fear were their constant companions and death cast it’s long shadow over the remains of the war torn city. What were formerly homes had become stifling cells in an overcrowded urban prison. Crammed into one apartment four stories up where multiple families spanning many generations loosely connected by a few elderly members. These times of extreme deprivation had forced them to sacrif…
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Star Dust

It is said space is the final frontier. Ever since man, that curious creature living on its lonely blue and green orb first looked up at the starlit sky they always dreamed about the undiscovered curiosities waiting in the infinite. It wasn't until late into the homo sapiens history that it became aware that the answers they sough in the cosmos lay within the very foundation of their form. When man discovered the atom, it discovered the building block of all matter. No matter how the forces of the universe shaped and sculpted those same tiny units were everywhere, and they were everything. It soon became apparent the destiny of the species was entwined with that of the subatomic, and those who realized it first dedicated their lives to understanding, manipulating and interacting with the invisible and mysterious atom. It was in the middle of the 21st century when particle physicist Anton Barristar took a giant leap forward toward that goal. Him and his team developed the first e…
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Adolf Hitler: Dating Meister

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I have received word that The Insomniac Propagandist wishes to publish this story in their literary journal. I looked at it and they have a rather impressive collection of short stories that will blur the lines of reality for any reader.
http://theinsomniacpropagandist.com/category/ss/
Sophia Paulson was a fantastic performer. Her body was sculpted and toned by hours spent with physical trainers, her wardrobe was the latest to grace the pages of the fashion industry’s most recognizable trend setting publications. She adorned her near flawless oval face with thin wire frame glasses that added a subtle complimenting component of intellectualism to her sex appeal. She was a young upstart. She had gone to the best schools, had met the right people, and at the relatively young age of 32 had established herself as a respectable practitioner in the field of psychology.
There were tumultuous undercurrents of stress running beneath the well crafted facade however. She had been able to hide them m…
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Eye See You

They were hunkered down in the bombed out shell of a factory on the outskirts of the city’s industrial sector. The building was a charred and twisted steel and brick skeleton. The glowing light of the pale moon poured in through where the roof used to be, and holes smashed into the brick walls by shell fire allowed the wind to tear through the hollow building. Erich, Peter, and Anton were part of a recon unit sent out to wait for the supply drop. There wasn’t enough fuel to keep the trucks idling, and they couldn’t risk having them all smashed by enemy artillery. They bundled the wire frames of their emaciated bodies in the heavy gray winter coats of the Wehrmacht. They hid their faces behind tightly tied scarves from the biting wind that would every so often rip across the field in a flesh tearing howl and suddenly die down, only to whip back up again as if it was mocking the frozen troopers. 

They slung their rifles over their shoulders, stuffed their wool glove-covered hands into th…
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