Flies Tye sat catching flies. His beard was ragged and filled with sweat and he smelled like someone who hadn't taken baths in years. Kevin had to hold for his nose as he entered the cell. "Tye Lynwood," he said. "How are you feeling today?"Flies by Osterkaktus
"Flies, flies, fly into my mouth." His eyes were darting around, chasing a fly stuck in his cell.
"Are you feeling any more talkative today?" Kevin hunched down on his knees like he was talking to a child.
"Come fly, don't be scared." Tye gasped as he caught the fly. As he opened his fist slowly to look at it, it flew away.
"You haven't touched any of your food, Tye." Kevin nodded at the plates of bread and cheese all the prisoners got. "You're just skin and bones."
"Flies, flies so tasty. Oh so tasty. You try one. Try, try."
"I've already eaten, Tye. And I'm not one to chase flies." Kevin sighed. He'd been here every day, hoping he could somehow prove his f
Chewed He always chewed on his pencil when he worked. Every morning he'd bring a new $1 pack of pencils to school and by the end of the day you could tell how hard he'd worked by how many chewed-up pencils there were in the trash. Some days there were none, and he'd probably used his day thinking about some girl rather than working. Other days he'd had to buy a new pack of pencils at lunch break to keep working for the rest of the day.Chewed by Osterkaktus
It was strange that you almost never saw him writing with a pencil; pen was his preferred choice. He had a slick, expensive one from his father's shop that wrote black ink and felt smooth to the touch.
He was chewing on a pencil just then. It was English class and they were writing essays, but she couldn't concentrate on writing. Instead, she was trying to chew on her pencil just as he did. Methodically, starting at the bottom and working slowly upwards. But she couldn't keep the pencil in her mouth as she tried to bite
OCD She stared at the clock restlessly, waiting for the mistake. Tick tock. Tick tock. The indicators raced around the display like playing children, or like lovers desperately trying to catch a single second together. She stared and stared at the watch, heart pumping as the indicators came closer and closer to the moment...OCD by Osterkaktus
The second indicator passed sixty and the minute indicator jumped. Two minutes at once.
She rushed up, grabbed the clock from the wall and desperately turned the time one minute back. Adrenaline pumped up to her chest, her lips were forced into a smile, she was breathless.
As she hung the clock back on the wall to complete another routine, she thought to herself: this is living.
This One Planet "What in the world... Is that?" James pointed at a collection of humans crowding around a small spherical object as the kicked wildly at each other. "And what is that?" James Bentley looked around frantically, pointing at everything he saw as they flew above the human colony. Humans were walking with other animals in strings. Humans were lying on the ground exposing their body willingly to the UV rays. This is madness.This One Planet by Osterkaktus
"It's life, Jim." Captain Sean-001 said with a smile. "But not as we know it." He pointed at a concrete building. Single-colored and fragile. "This is where we picked you up."
"I... Here? In this contraption? The concrete could have crashed on me any moment." The human let his hand through his sweaty hair.
"Right here. It was some time in the cold season and I was flying by observing the humans and... You just lay there in front of this home, alone and helpless. In a basket, like from some old American movie.