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Top Secret (3) It was on day eight after launch that I realized we had been sabotaged. I had been watching the stars like a thousand little candles on our travel to Mars, scanning the dark void for our destination. But it was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Jupiter. Or Saturn. The only thing that could be seen was the bright light of Alpha Centauri, growing bigger and bigger by the day. We were heading for the gassed star system. Someone had changed the coordinates. Who would want to kill us? I thought to myself. Our mission was no threat to anyone, it wasn't even a real mission. More of a holiday trip.
“Kyle, come here a minute.”
“What now, Cody?”
“Look at this,” I pointed at the star in the distance, “we're heading towards Alpha Centauri and the Silent Killer gas. Someone wants us dead.” Kyle looked at me with a tired glance. He was wearing a pair of ripped cowboy pants and a thick red cotton sweater. It was c
Things I worry aboutDear diary,
I was once a child too. I was small and fragile, I had hopes and dreams and plans for the future. I dreamed of a land of peace and harmony, a land like it was in all the fairy tales that my mind was so obsessed with. But all those dreams were crushed when I collided with reality.
Today I met a woman sitting by the road. She was holding a newborn baby in her arms, an infant, no more than a few months old. I could not see them too clearly, because they were covered in a black fog. The dust and toxics of an oil powerplant in the distance. So I threw up on the street, dear diary, I threw up for the people with the guts to destroy our world, the only one we will ever have.
Because the world I live in is divided and broken. There are two types of people in the world; the people who have the power to save the world, and the people who want to. Sadly, society has marked green paper as mo
Scribblings She always scribbled notes in the strangest of places. Had I not held my sanity so dear, I would have read them all. Just a glance at the concrete wall gave me a headache.
"The longer the life, the graver the doom," I read aloud from one of her walls. My words echoed throughout the prisonhall; doom, doom, doom.
I had always found Ashley Barker disturbing. Unlike the rest of the patients on St. Helena's Mental Hospital, she always seemed to know things no one else did. But no one had expected her suicide. Had she foreseen it herself?
They had only found only her body and her bloodied pen, which she had even managed to write on somehow. Ashley had stabbed herself in the heart with it, it would seem. Just like she had written on the prison bars; "Stab stab stab, you never see it coming." The first we did was question the other patients. Some claimed they still saw her ghost haunting the halls. Curtis "F
Trash Can You're probably wondering why I am carrying a filled trash can with a red ribbon through town. It's a perfectly normal trash can. Probably built to hold a bit over 250 liters, foul-smelling, and filled with all the items of people who thought they were too good for old stuff. A perfectly normal curbside trash can. Of course the manufacturer never thought to put wheels on this waste container, so now I find myself snapping for air as I stumble about with this box of garbage almost at my own height.
But I am getting off track here.
You see, everything makes sense if you see it in the right context. Maybe I got a new job working with waste management. Perhaps I'm preparing for a school project. Understand? Good, with that mindset it will be less of a challenge for you to understand this following story.
"It all began" is a great start of a long explanation, but instead I will use a bright and lovely simile.
A single zergling They would come. When they would come was not certain, but they would come. And the hive was not ready for it. The thought awakened a strange feeling in the creature, almost like spikes stabbing it from within his body. Was this fear that it was feeling? Impossible, zerglings could not feel fear. It would hinder their strength, allowing the enemy to destroy them. Zerglings lived only to obey. They would sacrifice their life if the queen wished it. They would flee if commanded to, even if it was against their wish. Such was the way of the zerg. Such was what brought them victory, and ultimately survival. However, no matter how ensuringly the queen whispered in his ear, the zergling knew that this hive would not survive.
It had named himself, an act looked down upon by the other zerg. Kren'zh, its name was, but he did not dare speak it aloud, for it would surely mean its death. The other zerglings would not hesitate to eat it whole, it would make
Too far awayThe winds from the mountains
With knowledge of the world
I ask them where you are
They say far, far away
The vast ocean beds
With powers greater than man
I plead them to carry me to you
They say it is too far
The stones and cliffs and valleys
Who withstand everything but time
I ask them to help me endure
They say I am beyond saving
The flames of my campfire
Who live only to burn
I ask them to end it
And release me of my pain
The War of the Dead They had found him. The necromancer, Ichus. Rolvin Seeker halted his men. Ichus was wearing a robe with his mark of two broken bones. His staff was a darkness-infused dragonbone his own size, the weapon that had started this war. Now Rolvin sought to end it.
"Today your reign ends, and with it, your life," Rolvin bellowed towards the necromancer, "In the name of Thorius Daewynn, my king, I sentence you to death." The necromancer's laugh echoed throughout the empty valley.
"Death? Do not attempt to threaten me with the end of life, human. I command the undead. You may wear armor and shiny swords, ride well-bred horses and wear the sigil of the king, but you are no match for death itself. I shall slay you all, and when your souls have gone to the Forlorn Realms, I shall raise your bodies to battle your former companions."
"Enough!" Rolvin yelled. He would not have his men scared by this necromancer. "Soldiers of t
Dez'rahla, the Demon God "Ezh'r tel codara unera Dez'rahla!" His voice had changed very suddenly, as if another being was speaking through his mouth. It was cold and icy like a snake's whisper. "Nucentra zedal'e fe razhan Dez'rahla!" The flames danced in the wind, growing from a bright red flare to a powerful green. The altar began glowing as well, showing the carefully carved inscriptions. Its mark was a crow standing on a broken skull. Sudden fear struck me at the look of that inscription. Why had I chosen to go this far? If only I hadn't followed the man... No, I thought to myself, I must be strong. This is no time for second thoughts. By the Demon God's altar there could be no return. I closed my eyes, repeatedly convincing myself that this was the correct decision. It was the Demon god's will. "Ke'tar conez, ke'tar dorela, ke'tar Dez'rahla!" I could feel his presence now. Dez'rahla had arrived. His eyes removed my robe and peeled off my s
The Bewlay Brothers I came to this world unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed. He followed quickly after me, filthy just as I was. Two dirty boys.
"Reku," I said.
"Reku," he echoed. Food, why couldn't they understand? He always understood me, like he was a part of me. Two bodies of the same soul. We had been strangers when we met, now we were more than friends. More than best friends. Soulmates. The only one I would ever have.
We were the Bewlay brothers, Arthur and Victor.
Three years later they left. Mother smothered us with kisses, tears dropping on our skin. They were wet and warm, mixing with the falling rain. Father didn't say a word. I would remember that Sunday forever. Spring was in the air, bringing a fresh scent of roses and newly sprung trees. The birds were singing in our ears. They were mocking us, I knew.
"First they give you everything that you want," they said, "then they take back everything th
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