Antidote Stories

"Help me. I've been here for four years." In the corridor of a rehabilitation clinic, she hears a whisper that changes everything. He is not an addict. Not insane. He is the heir to a pharmaceutical empire - and the only person who may be able to find the formula for an antidote that could save millions. Saint Petersburg, sometime in the future. Objects can be rebuilt on the other side of the world. Everyone wears an AI ring. And intuition is no longer mysticism, but science: a conversation with your future self, a skill that can be trained. A voice that answers yes or no in the very second when the answer means everything. He will have to choose: millions of lives, or hers. She will not let go of him, whatever he chooses. Can they defeat the system, remain human, and hear the answer across time when they need it most?

Note: This is a very old story!

How long has it been now? Today marks six months...Six months since my father disappeared. The apartment still feels haunted by him, his research papers still laying scattered across the study of his desk. His coffee mug standing next to the brewing machine, cold and empty.. like it is waiting for him to come in at any moment for his morning coffee... It is all the same, exactly where he left it, untouched and undisturbed... as if he never even left. Who is A?...

A girl named Xiao Mo who lives a normal middle class life and going through storms of her own. And a young President of a well known company Mr. Han Shangyan, who is a workaholic. When Han Shangyan sees Xiao Mo for the first time, he sets his eyes on her. Will destiny help them to fall in love with each other? Lets find out...

Stuck on an abandoned planet for nine years, alone, forgotten, and praying for a savior, Preston Marie has been trapped on the planet earth ever since she was ten. When the so called 'toxins of the earth' took over the planet and 'all life forms' were to be dead within weeks everyone on earth was forced to flee and to inhabit another planet where they soon began to thrive once again only within the span of five years. With the change of planets came the change of technology and most of all time. No one had noticed that one human was left behind, besides Preston's parents but... it was already too late. And no one realized that this certain person would be needed many years later. With a new infection taking millions of lives every year that passes on Jupiter, the King sends a special team out to find the antidote on the planet they abandoned years ago. A planet that is now only told about in stories, and is not called by the name of Earth but by the name of Planeta De Mortis. The Planet of Death.

Channel surfing, the usual trash was on every channel. The light of the television flickered, Nya then saw an image of a hospital bed. "Over 38 people dead in only one month!" The screen flashed, transitioning to a news reporter. "Many people are in the streets rioting this week after the epidemic antidote outrage." The television flashed again; someone had changed it.

The world has become a living nightmare,only powerful people matter now.A government agency wanted to put and end to everything,but failed.Instead,they made everything worse,by creating L.B. 217. This formula made people lose their minds at night,especially on full moon.The people who were experimented on have been turning into vicious cannibals.Gangs have been keeping these people as pets,letting them destroy anyone who gets in their way.Life as we know it is over,unless we can find the cure,and fast.

Regret filled a girl who chose freedom over someome she loves. Now she's free, he's gone.

Prologue. I remember how terrifyingly naive, shy, and introverted I was as child. I never chose to get that way. It's just that, loneness and seclusion didn't scare me. On the contrary, silence actually brought me peace. As I grew older, it was inevitable for me to think about what, or how I would react when that silence was disturbed. Although, as an only child with workaholic parents, I can say that quietness surrounded me. Almost constantly. Now, as I stand in the spacious Sparks Laboratory, I can't help but feel agitated. From the chaos surrounding me. From the ear shrilling screams piercing the air. It's like a thousands of ants are crawling all over my flesh, my hands itching and swatting at them to get off with no avail. The Fluorescent lights singe my skin, as the cool mid summer breeze flutters the wispy strands of my raven hair around. The blood dripping from the cool metal knife placed in my hand. The red liquid staining pieces grass, and filling the immediate vicinity with a tangy, copper stench. And yet, all I can do as I stand shivering in my now drenched uniform, is stare. My gaze stays transfixed on the treasured Chemist Dr. Maxwell writhing on the ground, clutching his torso, like a squeamish worm. The sight is almost amusing. Almost. Truthfully, the reason why I still remain staring at him, is because the painful screeches escaping his mouth drown out all of my surroundings. All of my senses, and flooding my self control. I clutch the worn paper in an unruly grip within my hands, and raise it towards the fire. I scrunch up the think, wriggled, cream coloured paper and watch it spark to flames. Consumed by the embers of the fie, the secrets it holds melts away. Secrets that could destroy Humanity.

A drabble based on the song Antidote by Swedish House Mafia and Knife Party.

A brilliant scientist. A deadly virus. A stranger with a hidden agenda. When Dhriti lets a mysterious woman into her hotel room, she unknowingly opens the door to betrayal. By the time she discovers the truth, it may already be too late-because the next virus won't have a cure.

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This style was inspired by the brilliant writer Ellen Hopkins. (So format credit goes to her!)

A tribute to the Father of Our Nation (India), Mohandas Karamchand Gadhi aka Mahatma Gandhi, including some of his various thoughts and opinions that enrich our wisdom.

One minute of complete silence passed until I heard the familiar clack, clack, clack of multiple footsteps against the floor. They're coming. I paused every muscle, even hold my breath just to stay silent, anticipating how close they were. Finally the clacking came to a halt, and I resisted the urge to face my captures, beyond frightened of what might happen. A voice spoke, it was warm and feminine like she was my friendly next door neighbor, Mrs. Hurst. "How are you feeling Apollo?"

What happens when Brock, Misty, and Ash split up, and team rocket kidnaps pikachu and poisons Ash. Will Brock and Misty help Ash and if so will they make it to a pokemon center in time? Find out in Pokemon: Friends

Antidote By james a. galgano So sweet demure Your angel face blessed and pure Lingering within my unwavering heart Or maybe elusive soul in the net of somewhere in time As every fleeting minute disappears in rhyme Once upon one so divine to find and see Your dream come true an elusive wish losy awaiting destiny One that one dreams one day comes true Allowing desire to coagulate as this lonely heart pursues Your immaculate wonder which has captured my foolish soul So here I wait your reply lost alone without control. Of your true intentions causing all this misapprehension Where a lost lonely fool such as me has found your ascension To my thoughts my love desire which has been captured by your blessed immaculate divine Where I await your blessed demure beauty sublime Washing over my heart with comfort so pure There I forever await your reply and precious curecure

Taste of your own medicine.