Dime Novels From Oblivion

The credit crisis was a brutal reminder that people should live within the means their present and possible future financial circumstances provide for.  Millions are wobbling across a tightrope and even the slightest wind can send them tumbling down into a financial chasm from which there is no escape. For millions of households drowning in debt, the question is;  How Do We Cut Costs? There’s no point in trying to sugar coat it the amount of daily contentment you feel probably directly correlates with the amount of discretionary income you have. This is why so many people fail when trying to budget. Spending money is fun. The food is better in a restaurant, cocktails make the afternoon enjoyable, an Uber that arrives to pick you up wherever you tell it to that brings you straight home is far preferable to waiting on the corner in the dead of winter with snow filled shoes waiting for a bus. Save Big with Amphetamines I have formulated a possible solution to the question of

The modern rational mind has several terms meant to extinguish any notion of the mystical. Coincidental was the word Ethan’s mind kept coming up with to keep his thought process in the confines of empirical, secular orthodoxy, but the more he had to use it, the more it rang hollow. At first, the similarities between the six-year-old Henry and his deceased uncle Rowan were negligible and superficial. It seemed quirky a first grader would love gorgonzola so much, and it was strange he had a penchant for reenacting moments from “Ghost Busters 2” a movie he never saw but was his late uncle’s favorite. It was downright disconcerting though when the child was caught with a small cocktail glass containing the long departed Rowan’s favorite cocktail, a drink mixed with the portions that perfectly fit the long departed’s taste preferences. Veronica, Ethan’s wife, and Henry’s mother recreationally dabbled in leftover esoteric traditions that now only existed as a form of commercialized

They were an assembly of those considered most qualified to direct the collective destiny of an entire civilization. These self-appointed gods congregated in a fashion that mimicked the most glorified legislative bodies from the long lost Olympian societies shrouded in myth and perpetuated through legend. Usually, the life and death implications of their decisions played out in the long term, manifesting themselves into consequences so far removed that to most how it might be connected mystifying. For the first time, the executors of Teranasima had to literally dole out death sentences to a wayward mass of people their data models had deemed to be “excess population.”  Peoples whose very existence had been cultivated by more favorable circumstances that no longer existed.  Just like the ruling bodies of the past, they were attempting to duplicate. They were also a collective of individuals with conflicting self-interest, values, and visions. They started out convinced cold logic wo

The tiny lens on Emily’s laptop was a one-way mirror anyone in the world could peer through. Thousands of men from Manilla to Moscow visited this peephole every day, and a significant number paid a monthly fee to be allowed access whenever something particularly interesting was happening in the girl’s room Emily had no idea how many eyes were always on her. She had gone 49 days since launch oblivious to the remote commandeering of her laptop. Her bedroom became an exhibit and a tidy profitable Internet sideshow. She wasn’t aware she spent several hours of the day just a few desks away from the engineers of the cruel exploitation. Jeff and Adam were two fifteen-year-old boys who were proving quite adept at navigating homo sapiens new jungle in cyberspace. The information age was proving to be just as favorable to the ruthless as the epoch it was replacing. A diminished capacity for empathy has always been a desirable psychological attribute, and these high school freshmen were bein