smoking relapse story fiction

When Dr. Isaac Gilmore tweaks the genetic code of a captured alien virus in 2041, he accidentally creates an unspeakably destructive shapeshifting plague—dubbed the Xeno-5 Strand. What begins as an isolated lab outbreak in a futuristic Tokyo research institute soon erupts into a full-scale global disaster. Just years after the world beat back the original Xeno-3 epidemic, this new mutant “protean” strain proves even deadlier, triggering chilling bodily transformations. In hours, the entire metro area becomes engulfed by a biological tidal wave turning millions into ravenous beasts acting as one. With apocalyptic annihilation looming, special operative Jiro Yamada ventures into the hotzone’s shifting landscape of alien tissue, nightmarish architecture and strange psychic phenomena to rescue Dr. Gilmore and secure research needed to formulate a cure. However, shadowy political interests have other plans for deploying the lab-grown viral payload that Jiro is determined to stop at all costs. He bands together with the doctor’s gifted young daughter and a squad of misfit scavengers caught behind enemy lines. But can their makeshift alliance adapt fast enough to withstand the nightmare bubbling up from secret military Crypt labs seeded across the city? Hope hangs in the balance on whether Jiro’s team can uncover a counteragent before a key zero hour when Protean will enter an unstoppable final stage.

A true story of drug addiction and recovery. Takes place in 2012.

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

A sequel or rather a side story to ' my grandpa Hercules ' where we will meet her, the most wicket and a chain smoker- my granny, the lady with a smoking stick, or as I consider her the Loki! But is this all in her story?! Or did we just read it upside down?!

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

Michael Angelo Pablo's mental health is pushed to boundaries when the quarantine was implemented in the month of March in the year 2020. What could be of Michael during the time of the pandemic? Since then, he always has mental health problems, but will his predicament the whole world is experiencing worsens or heals him? Since then, he's been together with his family and started the work from the home set-up. But does that really sound good, or it gets worse? Political calamity got worse, and social media became a toxic medium, Michael consumes the blues, and all his outlet is an unhealthy solution other than cigarettes and alcohols. He tries to get through the day until the pandemic ends. Should you wish to know the "Smoking Blues" Michael is feeling throughout the story, you have the freedom to do so. If this could affect and may trigger something in you, then don't. But Michael is trying his best to be good, and not just that, but also to be at least relevant at everything in life.

When twenty-year-old history student Sigfred is transported to a medieval world, he wakes alone in an unfamiliar forest with nothing but a military requisition system and 250 grams of gold. The system offers him access to any military hardware or personnel from Earth's history — from Napoleonic muskets to modern fighter jets — at a cost measured in gold. The medieval world's own gold is his fuel. Every round fired, every soldier summoned, every piece of equipment materialized from nothing is paid for in grams. To sustain himself, Sigfred must build a nation. The system's stipend — one gram of gold per citizen per month — only activates once a recognized nation exists. To build that nation, he must survive. To survive, he must spend gold he doesn't have on soldiers he can barely command. Armed with six years of military history and no practical experience, Sigfred begins. What follows is the story of how a student who knew everything about war learned what war actually costs — and built something worth fighting for in the process.

Alex, a struggling scientist dismissed by the world, has spent his life chasing a single dream—building a time machine to prove his worth. Broke, bitter, and on the edge of giving up, his life takes a dark turn when a mysterious figure shows up at his door and shoots him. Bleeding and desperate, Alex crawls to his prototype and activates it. Moments later, he vanishes into the unknown—traveling not just through time, but toward a destiny far greater than anything he ever imagined.

I’m Alysa. I was a delinquent in my youth, I started to smoke cigarettes at thirteen years old and loved it. I’d my daughter at the young age of sixteen, and I lost my husband in an accident way to school. My parents supported me when I was pregnant. I quit smoke when I found out that I would have a baby. With time, I had a job, my own house and my own stuffs to live my life. When my daughter was fourteen years old. I backed to the smoking habit. I started to smoke again outside my house to prevent getting filling it with my cigarette smoke. I kept my smoking habit in secret until my daughter was sixteen years old. One day I wanted to smoke comfortable in my house, reading or doing something, but I was doubting about my daughter, I didn’t want to bothered her with my cigarette smoke in the house, that day, she caught me smoking my cigarette outside of home. After it, I thought that she will scold me to smoking my cigarette, but she took it easy, and she invited me to smoke in the house with no problem. She was a warmly person, a good girl. Strangely, since that day, I was to starting to fall in love to her.