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Sabotage
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Complete, First published Dec 19, 2022
This is a short story I wrote for my final paper in my philosophy of evil class! We had to create our own society and illustrate how evil is conceptualized within it. I based my society on the biological mechanisms of Celiac disease, which I have. Basically, gluten triggers an immune response when consumed. The immune system perceives gluten as a threat and attacks it and the wall of the small intestine. This damages the wall and the digestive system's ability to properly absorb nutrients, which can have lasting effects on the body. In addition, the damaged wall leaves an opening that allows more gluten to enter and sustain this positive feedback loop. There's a lot of fancy science jargon to explain all that, but essentially that response cycle is what I used as the basis for my society. Enjoy!
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Aspirations were creatures created by the gods to keep humans entertained and happy. Humans would no longer need the gods for deeds; Aspirations could do them. But what happens when a certain mortal goes looking for a particular Aspiration and ends up in a web of disaster? And what happens when the dark and destructive past of that Aspiration breaks from its cage and seeks revenge? This is my first time sharing a story I've created so I hope you all enjoy! I also draw a lot so some of the chapter pictures are done by me to give some visuals of the characters. It's a little bit of a slow start but gets really chaotic toward the end. There are TW in this story just in case. I think after writing this I might need to go to therapy. I swear I'm not crazy!