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This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/the-shooter-when-virtual-education-becomes-a-nightmare. The Virtual Shooter: Unforeseen terror strikes a VR classroom when a dark figure infiltrates, shattering the illusion of safety. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #hackernoon-scifi, #virtual-reality, #future-of-ai, #speculative-fiction, #science-fiction, #short-story, #technology-trends, #hackernoon-top-story, #hackernoon-es, #hackernoon-hi, #hackernoon-zh, #hackernoon-vi, #hackernoon-fr, #hackernoon-pt, #hackernoon-ja, and more. This story was written by: @huffhimself. Learn more about this writer by checking @huffhimself's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. After decades of insanity, where children were not safe to come to school, someone finally came up with a permanent solution. It wasn’t take away the guns, it wasTake away the classroom. At least now, students were safely settled at home in their school-provided VR recliners, showing up here in this virtual classroom.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/do-not-despair-about-the-future. To save you trouble I would visit every shop in St. Petersburg. You write that you dare not look forward into the future. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #novel, #fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #fyodor-dostoyevsky, #epistolary-novel, #poor-folk, and more. This story was written by: @dostoyevsky. Learn more about this writer by checking @dostoyevsky's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. MY BELOVED BARBARA ALEXIEVNA,—I have carefully fulfilled your commissions. Madame Chiffon informs me that she herself had thought of using tambour work as being more suitable (though I did not quite take in all she said). Also, she has informed me that, since you have given certain directions in writing, she has followed them (though again I do not clearly remember all that she said—I only remember that she said a very great deal, for she is a most tiresome old woman). These observations she will soon be repeating to you in person. For myself, I feel absolutely exhausted, and have not been to the office today... Do not despair about the future, dearest. To save you trouble I would visit every shop in St. Petersburg. You write that you dare not look forward into the future. But by tonight, at seven o’clock, you will have learned all, for Madame Chiffon will have arrived in person to see you. Hope on, and everything will order itself for the best. Of course, I am referring only to these accursed gewgaws, to these frills and fripperies! Ah me, ah me, how glad I shall be to see you, my angel! Yes, how glad I shall be! Twice already today I have passed the gates of your abode. Unfortunately, this Bwikov is a man of such choler that—Well, things are as they are.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/the-second-ordeal. “Allow me to interrupt you,” the prosecutor put in politely. “Why were you in such pressing need for just that sum, three thousand?” Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #novel, #philosophical-fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #fyodor-dostoyevsky, #suspense, #the-brothers-karamazov, and more. This story was written by: @dostoyevsky. Learn more about this writer by checking @dostoyevsky's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. “You don’t know how you encourage us, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, by your readiness to answer,” said Nikolay Parfenovitch, with an animated air, and obvious satisfaction beaming in his very prominent, short‐sighted, light gray eyes, from which he had removed his spectacles a moment before. “And you have made a very just remark about the mutual confidence, without which it is sometimes positively impossible to get on in cases of such importance, if the suspected party really hopes and desires to defend himself and is in a position to do so. We, on our side, will do everything in our power, and you can see for yourself how we are conducting the case. You approve, Ippolit Kirillovitch?” He turned to the prosecutor.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/my-beloved-barbara-alexievnai-hasten-to-reply-to-you. All things are in God’s hands. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #novel, #fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #fyodor-dostoyevsky, #epistolary-novel, #poor-folk, and more. This story was written by: @dostoyevsky. Learn more about this writer by checking @dostoyevsky's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. MY BELOVED BARBARA ALEXIEVNA,—I hasten to reply to you—I hasten to express to you my extreme astonishment.... In passing, I may mention that yesterday we buried poor Gorshkov.... Yes, Bwikov has acted nobly, and you have no choice but to accept him. All things are in God’s hands. This is so, and must always be so; and the purposes of the Divine Creator are at once good and inscrutable, as also is Fate, which is one with Him... Thedora will share your happiness—for, of course, you will be happy, and free from want, darling, dearest, sweetest of angels! But why should the matter be so hurried? Oh, of course—Monsieur Bwikov’s business affairs. Only a man who has no affairs to see to can afford to disregard such things. I got a glimpse of Monsieur Bwikov as he was leaving your door. He is a fine-looking man—a very fine-looking man; though that is not the point that I should most have noticed had I been quite myself at the time.... In the future shall we be able to write letters to one another? I keep wondering and wondering what has led you to say all that you have said. To think that just when twenty pages of my copying are completed THIS has happened!... I suppose you will be able to make many purchases now—to buy shoes and dresses and all sorts of things? Do you remember the shops in Gorokhovaia Street of which I used to speak?... But no. You ought not to go out at present—you simply ought not to, and shall not. Presently, you will he able to buy many, many things, and to, keep a carriage. Also, at present the weather is bad. Rain is descending in pailfuls, and it is such a soaking kind of rain that—that you might catch cold from it, my darling, and the chill might go to your heart. Why should your fear of this man lead you to take such risks when all the time I am here to do your bidding? So Thedora declares great happiness to be awaiting you, does she? She is a gossiping old woman, and evidently desires to ruin you. Shall you be at the all-night Mass this evening, dearest? I should like to come and see you there. Yes, Bwikov spoke but the truth when he said that you are a woman of virtue, wit, and good feeling. Yet I think he would do far better to marry the merchant’s daughter. What think YOU about it? Yes, ‘twould be far better for him. As soon as it grows dark tonight I mean to come and sit with you for an hour. Tonight twilight will close in early, so I shall soon be with you. Yes, come what may, I mean to see you for an hour. At present, I suppose, you are expecting Bwikov, but I will come as soon as he has gone. So stay at home until I have arrived, dearest.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/hydrophobia-has-been-communicated. If the tooth, moistened with saliva, pierces the skin so as to draw blood, it is all over with the victim: hydrophobia has been communicated. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #non-fiction, #animal-fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #jean-henri-fabre, #domestic-animals, #our-humble-helpers, and more. This story was written by: @jeanhenrifabre. Learn more about this writer by checking @jeanhenrifabre's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. “Of all the ferocious animals that you know, at least by hearsay, which one would you most dread to meet?” asked Uncle Paul. Emile was the first to reply. “For my part,” said he, “if I went nutting in the woods I shouldn’t at all like to meet a wolf, even if I had a stout stick with me.” “If I should meet a wolf,” Jules declared, “I would just climb a tree and make fun of Mr. Wolf, for he doesn’t know how to climb. But I should be more afraid of a bear, for that can climb trees better than we, and it hugs a man till it stifles him.” “As for me,” said Louis, “the animal I should fear most would be the tiger; they say it is so ferocious. With a bound it springs on a man as the cat pounces on a mouse.”

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/my-beloved-barbara-alexievnai-hasten-to-let-you-know-that-rataziaev-has-found-me. Goodbye now, as I must begin upon my labours.—Your sincere friend, MAKAR DIEVUSHKIN. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #novel, #fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #fyodor-dostoyevsky, #epistolary-novel, #poor-folk, and more. This story was written by: @dostoyevsky. Learn more about this writer by checking @dostoyevsky's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. MY BELOVED BARBARA ALEXIEVNA,—I hasten to let you know that Rataziaev has found me some work to do for a certain writer—the latter having submitted to him a large manuscript. Glory be to God, for this means a large amount of work to do. Yet, though the copy is wanted in haste, the original is so carelessly written that I hardly know how to set about my task. Indeed, certain parts of the manuscript are almost undecipherable. I have agreed to do the work for forty kopecks a sheet. You see therefore (and this is my true reason for writing to you), that we shall soon be receiving money from an extraneous source. Goodbye now, as I must begin upon my labours.—Your sincere friend,

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/the-illustrious-mathematician. The mathematical difficulties which attended the application of this test were no doubt great, but they did not baffle Professor Adams. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #biography, #non-fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #robert-s.-ball, #ebooks, #great-astronomers, and more. This story was written by: @robertsball. Learn more about this writer by checking @robertsball's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. The illustrious mathematician who, among Englishmen, at all events, was second only to Newton by his discoveries in theoretical astronomy, was born on June the 5th, 1819, at the farmhouse of Lidcot, seven miles from Launceston, in Cornwall. His early education was imparted under the guidance of the Rev. John Couch Grylls, a first cousin of his mother. He appears to have received an education of the ordinary school type in classics and mathematics, but his leisure hours were largely devoted to studying what astronomical books he could find in the library of the Mechanics' Institute at Devonport. He was twenty years old when he entered St. John's College, Cambridge. His career in the University was one of almost unparalleled distinction, and it is recorded that his answering at the Wranglership examination, where he came out at the head of the list in 1843, was so high that he received more than double the marks awarded to the Second Wrangler.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/le-verrier. It is of the utmost interest to investigate the extent to which one planet can affect another in virtue of their mutual attractions. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #biography, #non-fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #robert-s.-ball, #ebooks, #great-astronomers, and more. This story was written by: @robertsball. Learn more about this writer by checking @robertsball's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. The name of Le Verrier is one that goes down to fame on account of very different discoveries from those which have given renown to several of the other astronomers whom we have mentioned. We are sometimes apt to identify the idea of an astronomer with that of a man who looks through a telescope at the stars; but the word astronomer has really much wider significance. No man who ever lived has been more entitled to be designated an astronomer than Le Verrier, and yet it is certain that he never made a telescopic discovery of any kind. Indeed, so far as his scientific achievements have been concerned, he might never have looked through a telescope at all.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/william-rowan-hamilton. It was when William was about fifteen that his attention began to be turned towards scientific subjects. Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #biography, #non-fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #robert-s.-ball, #ebooks, #great-astronomers, and more. This story was written by: @robertsball. Learn more about this writer by checking @robertsball's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. William Rowan Hamilton was born at midnight between the 3rd and 4th of August, 1805, at Dublin, in the house which was then 29, but subsequently 36, Dominick Street. His father, Archibald Hamilton, was a solicitor, and William was the fourth of a family of nine. With reference to his descent, it may be sufficient to notice that his ancestors appear to have been chiefly of gentle Irish families, but that his maternal grandmother was of Scottish birth. When he was about a year old, his father and mother decided to hand over the education of the child to his uncle, James Hamilton, a clergyman of Trim, in County Meath. James Hamilton's sister, Sydney, resided with him, and it was in their home that the days of William's childhood were passed.

This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/i-left-them-off-at-the-point. No; tomorrow all shall be ended! Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing. You can also check exclusive content about #novel, #fiction, #hackernoon-books, #project-gutenberg, #books, #fyodor-dostoyevsky, #ebooks, #the-gambler, and more. This story was written by: @dostoyevsky. Learn more about this writer by checking @dostoyevsky's about page, and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com. It is a year and eight months since I last looked at these notes of mine. I do so now only because, being overwhelmed with depression, I wish to distract my mind by reading them through at random. I left them off at the point where I was just going to Homburg. My God, with what a light heart (comparatively speaking) did I write the concluding lines!—though it may be not so much with a light heart, as with a measure of self-confidence and unquenchable hope. At that time had I any doubts of myself? Yet behold me now. Scarcely a year and a half have passed, yet I am in a worse position than the meanest beggar. But what is a beggar? A fig for beggary! I have ruined myself—that is all. Nor is there anything with which I can compare myself; there is no moral which it would be of any use for you to read to me. At the present moment nothing could well be more incongruous than a moral. Oh, you self-satisfied persons who, in your unctuous pride, are forever ready to mouth your maxims—if only you knew how fully I myself comprehend the sordidness of my present state, you would not trouble to wag your tongues at me! What could you say to me that I do not already know? Well, wherein lies my difficulty? It lies in the fact that by a single turn of a roulette wheel everything for me, has become changed. Yet, had things befallen otherwise, these moralists would have been among the first (yes, I feel persuaded of it) to approach me with friendly jests and congratulations. Yes, they would never have turned from me as they are doing now! A fig for all of them! What am I? I am zero—nothing. What shall I be tomorrow? I may be risen from the dead, and have begun life anew. For still, I may discover the man in myself, if only my manhood has not become utterly shattered.