Mill P Writes

  Sometimes, science delivers revelations so groundbreaking that you have to sit down, clutch your pearls, and whisper, “Well, I never!” Other times, it hands you conclusions so forehead-slappingly obvious, you wonder how researchers managed to keep a straight face. The study on sugar-sweetened beverages and their effects on weight gain? Oh, this one’s a Captain Obvious moment for the ages. Spoiler alert: Drinking sugary drinks makes you gain weight. In other news, water is wet, the sky is blue, and toddlers are bad at keeping secrets. According to this brilliant exposé of the blatantly apparent, "the consumption of sugar-sweetened beverages is associated with weight gain and obesity." Shocking, right? Who could have guessed that guzzling liquid candy like it’s the nectar of the gods might lead to some... unfavorable results around the midsection? Certainly not me, a former devotee of double-size sodas that contained enough sugar to keep a preschool classroom running laps fo...

Read Part One Read Part Two Read Part Three Read Part Four Read Part Five Read Part Six Read Part Seven Part Eight   The Reavers closed in, their forms ghosting out of the Naerissyn like wraiths. Cloaked in patchwork armor scavenged from countless raids, their visors glinted faintly in the dim, otherworldly light. Each movement was calculated, predatory, and silent, save for the faint crunch of boots against the coarse ground. Kael’s hand hovered over her weapon, her breaths shallow and measured. “They’re human,” she whispered, her voice laced with unease. “Maybe we can reason with them.” “They’re killers,” Orin growled, shifting his weight as he unsheathed his blade with a metallic rasp. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, his posture swaying slightly but poised to strike. “And they bleed like the rest of us.” He smirked, the faint reek of Starfire on his breath. “Though I’m guessin’ they won’t bleed half as pretty as I will.” Aiden shot him a sharp look. “Stay focused, Orin.” ...

  Ah, celebrities—they walk red carpets, grace magazine covers, and occasionally, pose for mugshots after a regrettable evening with one too many martinis. Reading through the article “ Celebrities with DUIs ” was like opening a yearbook of bad decisions, except instead of bad perms and braces, there’s a parade of stars who gambled their careers (and their licenses) on one too many rounds at the bar. But let me not get too judgy. I’d be a hypocrite if I pretended my own track record was spotless. Back in my day, I managed to collect a couple of DUIs like they were limited-edition baseball cards. Add to that a million disorderly conducts, and let’s just say my name was familiar in local courtrooms for all the wrong reasons. Sure, they made for some “hilarious” stories at the time—tales of stumbling out of bars, mouthing off to bouncers, and getting creative with excuses when flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror. But in hindsight? They’re less “ha-ha funny” and more “cring...