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The Randi Prize

Peter could make coins disappear by snapping his fingers.

It seemed to follow some rules. One snap of the fingers made one coin vanish. The first test he'd done, after discovering this ability, was to set coins out in front of him and repeatedly snap his fingers to watch what order they were vanished in. Higher denomination coins went first. Coins that were


The Journey

Life has its own mischievous ways to bring forth a journey, a journey where people which would bruise people and bring the real happiness of life. Sometimes the best of life is found when you embark on a journey. Three different people embark on a journey of their of their own but is it different or wi


Following the Phoenix

A single-/dual-point-of-departure spinoff from Less Wrong's brilliant story "Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality", branching away in Chapter 81. Hermione is sent to Azkaban, but Harry is not about to give up. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like his enemy is about to leave things alone either.



Luminosity is an AU reworking of the Twilight story where Bella is a rational self-knowledge junkie. Inspired by "Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality". Requires no knowledge of or affection for Twilight canon.


Part 1 - 30 Hours

"This seems to be the way it's going to be. I'm out of this city in January, unless a miracle comes through.", she said, with her classic sadness-concealing smile - a signature smile that I could read by now from a mile away.

She looked up at me. "Hello?"

I was counting.

"Counting time in terms of the estimated number of real hours you have left to



[WP] The apocalypse has continued for years now, but you've never noticed.

Bob was playing xbox and eating pizza. There were very few people on servers these days for some reason, and most of them were noobs, but it just made it extra fun to crush their teams.

The doorbell rang. Finally, he thought. He opened the door and a drone dropped a package of chocolate, energy drinks, and more pizza to the door. The drone was smoking and covered in splotches of red paint, but he didn't make much of it, they rarely came on time these days, and were often broken. He swiped his credit card and went back to his game.


Current setting: Very Hard

I broke my fixation on the woefully empty bottle of beer to glance down at my phone as it dinged, notifying me about an email. I sighed. Debt collectors and spam. That's all I ever got anymore. At least the latter allowed me the pleasure of pressing the fun little trashcan icon.

Would you like to change..., the preview of the subject read.


Armas com nome

— Isso é uma perda de tempo, senhor — Alertei ao Madeira.

A superintendência nos fez levar todas as armas apreendidas para um depósito e destruir todas com o rolo compressor. Procedimento de praxe, mas dessa vez até as armas de nós, policiais, entraram na pilha de metal escura necrosando em meio a outros pedaços já indistintos de ferro. Fiquei observando o


Ainda não

Um dia, terminei uma apresentação em um bar para quem está começando no standup. A plateia estava fria, o timing das piadas ruim e as referências não os empolgou. Nada pior do que perceber que, durante uma piada que ainda não se terminou de contar, não funcionou. Enfim, uma daquelas noites que confirmava tudo que a ansiedade pré-show insinuava.

Eu dera uma entre


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