The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2
The year is 2211, and the world has changed. After more than a century of warming the climate stabilized in the early 2100's, but sea levels had risen to cover much of the planet as the ice caps melted. The largest significant land masses remaining above water were in the central regions of South America, Africa, and Asia, essentially making them island continents. Much of North America was obliterated by a supermassive earthquake in the Midwest and huge volcanic explosions along the western edge of the continent. Europe, Australia, and Japan were destroyed by natural disaster, war, or both.
The world's population had been de
Through The Eyes of AutismThey said I was a miracle child. That the fact that I can even talk or comprehend things now is only the work of The Lord himself. For many years I was trapped in my own state of mind. Knowing the words I wanted to say, but the ability to speak them out was gone. Yet everyone looked at me as if I was different, "special" as they call it. Even though it's all behind me now, in a sense I still feel this way. Each day I'm forced into a mold I can't fit into, no matter what I'll do.
I've never before told this story to anyone in person. Not the whole, true testimony of what I do remember of the trance. Waking up from a dream; it didn't at all se
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,
Living under the water so free,
Light above, Darkness below,
Where it started, no one knows.
Searching as I transcend,
Willing to comprehend,
What more could there be,
Other than the endless sea.
Is there another world above?
It's inhabitants able to love?
What would I give,
To find a way to live,
Out of the sea,
If only it could be.
I know not of that world,
Its stories untold,
beckoning me closer,
Like a song from it's composer.
Do I stay or do I swim?
Lose some scales and gain more skin?
Should I leave what I know behind,
And seek out a brighter sky?
Re:Trout heart Replicai. Strain Theory
Strain theory states that people are conditioned to want success, though not all are given the means to achieve it. When success cannot be reached, strain is created, which gives birth to deviance.
"It's just a matter of trying hard enough." Griseldis had told herself often, rejecting the idea. She had tried hard enough to get various diplomas, find ways to pay for them, and start her life. It was a strain, but there was no deviance - just a nice one bedroom apartment and more luxury than she had imagined herself having. She had enough money to throw around and buy good food and provide for someone else.
She had enough money to buy fancy lingerie, as silly a luxury it was.
Looking in the mirror, it was right. It was flattering. But it felt wrong. Maybe because it wasn't gray, like she was used too. Maybe because she had all these aspirations of that special Honeymoon, but she and the man were not a ver
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
The Cudgel #1 Call to Action
As the University of Arayton Lions were gearing up for their football game, they were listening to the radio in the locker room. Mark heard the report say that four people had died in another shooting in Arayton, California.
"So what's this month's count up to?" asked Gary the quarterback.
"I think it's at 37 now. And it is only February," replied Mark. "There aren't enough police in this city. But there sure as hell is a lot of criminals."
"Shut that radio off Carlson," said the coach walking into the locker room turning off the box. "Ok team. We lost more people tonight. Now that doesn't mean we are going to lose this game. Now let's go out
Snowdrop This was it. Our amazing little place just to ourselves. I thought to myself and smiled. Just for Ashton and me.
Small, delicate snowflakes decorated the light gray sky. Soft layers of snow shifted underneath our feet. The bare branches of the ol' Big Leaf Maple tree reached for the heavens above. By the tree stood a small wooden cabin; hung on the door was a lovely fake wreath with silk snowdrop flowers laced carefully on it.
Ashton and I quickly dashed to the door. He opened the door, and he motioned for me to go inside.
I sweetly replied, "Thank you, Ashton."
Ashton nodded and said, "You're welcome."
Sighing, I said, "I c
So Far ForwardIt's those moments,
When someone you used to know
Everything is familiar,
The love that was there, feels odd.
Remember all the times,
Good, and bad.
Though you're unsure if you could ever have more.
It's as if the chapter ended,
And you're wondering,
If they could ever be apart of your novel.
You've gone so much forward,
They're still so far behind.
Celestial Memoriestrust flees from the Earth, dodging the pale moon and
arcing over gaseous planets, setting out to escape this
galaxy…searching for binary stars to settle upon, twin
infernus spheres interlocked with each other’s life…
Greeks believed the Sun revolved around we[aklings],
shoddy excuses for forms of life…knowledgeable of the
world yet ignorant of themselves (and others)…forsaken
intelligence lost amidst bleeding hearts and decaying
cerebral cortices—trapped in pyramidal waves where the
sun hid between bleached stones, shifting sands framing
golden rays—beauty lost in the span of a millennium nev
"Can anyone tell me where Sherissie Minaba is?" the teacher said about five seconds after coming into the room.
Deimosu looked over toward the empty seat a moment and frowned as several other students likewise started noticing the girl's absence while muttering excitedly and he heard Jason further down the seats saying "no words" while shaking his head.
Elsewhere, on the edge of the campus, the door to Minaba's dorm room slammed negligently shut behind her as she stormed into her room. Her solitary room, for the moment at least. She was between roommates again and she'd been told that the girls coming in either had been assigned to differen
Megatronus I would have to say it felt good to have my sworn enemy, Optimus Prime under my foot. I was going to KILL him finally, helpless under my foot as I leered down at him, so HELPLESS. I finally won after all these vorns, the last Prime under MY foot, and at MY mercy. "Why is the blood of Unicron erupting from beneath here?" Optimus asked from beneath my foot, weakly, pitifully.
"A question Optimus, that you will take to your grave." I sneered at him. I rose my blade up and was about to strike the weak Prime down, but then I saw a ground bridge open, and then WAM. I was knocked away from Optimus. I looked at my attacker, and it wa