WS55: Arival

      "It's here." The  boldness of Derek's voice ruptured through my blissful dream state as I woke from my rest. My vision was still a bit haze, but i could make the room out, and remembered where I was. The cellar was still dark, damp, and disturbingly empty.  the stone walls made an ominous barrier between us and the natural world. I thought my anxiety had peaked on the journey here, but as I peared across the floor that kept me stable, and witnessed the artifact sharing the same plane as me: I felt true fear.
        I wished nothing more than to bolt up the crookedy stairs, while praying to any and all gods that may hear me, in hopes that I could escape this nightmare. I knew however; this was no option.  I sat up and rubbed my exhausted eyes, my face felt dry and lifeless, probably due to the life sucking force that  engulfed this realm. The muscles behind my eyes felt like stones being grinded every time they moved, the muscles in my legs felt like rubber that melt every time I thought of standing. Still I knew what had to be done.
          I offered my hand outward for Derek to pull me, A futile gesture as he just gave me a blank look and turned his back. I gave a short sigh as I forced my self to stand. In the midst, my rifle fell out of my lap and crashed back onto the ground.
          Derek Flinched quickly, turned around as he pulled his pistol on me. There was moment of awkward silence as I stood like a deer in headlights, and he realized what had happened. after a second Derek relaxed dismissively. "Jesus Alex, be more careful."
          I bent down to pick my rifle "Sorry, I forgot it was on me" I apologized, but He didn't really seem to care, he just walked over to the artifact.  as he stood before the looked down at it. The box like object just sat there silently.
           Suddenly there was noise in emitted, as it began to glow. Instinctively  I pulled my rifle and aimed at it, unsure of what I would actually planned to do with my gun if I needed it. The artifact was one cubic foot, at most, yet to me it seemed like the entire universe. within it it held the power to save the human race. At the same time  it had the power to destroy everything that has ever existed, if any god truly existed, They resided within that artifact.
           Raised his hand into a "Halt" gesture. The idea burned my insides into an insidious knot, but he was my superior, so I lowered my rifle; probably useless anyways. Derek popped into a squat and placed his hand on the artifact.
            I nearly threw up what little lunch I had the day before, as I witnessed the Alien object react to his hand. The light dimmed and I was able to see its details more clearly. The box still remained a solid black hue, only now it was outlined with blue tangent lines that engraved its surface in an arcadic manner. Around Derek's hand the lights glowed brighter, the noise shifted, and like a Tesla lamp, you could see all the boxes energy follow his touch.
            Then as abruptly as it appeared, the noise vanished, soon followed by the lights, as if he had somehow bumped the "off" button. This wasn't supposed to happen, all the blueprints we followed suggested that the weapon should be ours now, that we could have a fighting chance against the demons of the void. We had come too far, this couldn't be happening, the artifact needs to be on, and used NOW.
           I was scared, pissed, and tired...however Derek expressed those emotions a little more vividly. After staring at the dead box for moment, confused, the anger began to emerge from his skin as it began to red like a rising flame. "What the Fuck!?" He stared dumbfoundedly for a moment long before picking up the artifact and throwing it at the wall.
           As it collided with the unearthly stone, I felt a force in side of me tighten, immediately a feeling of immense shock riddled through my body, if I could fall over, clutch myself and cry I would, yet I remained frozen.  The earth stood still as the artifact ruptured back to life, and unvield an unearthly screech. My Eardrums practically boiled away as my vision blurred and went to blackness. The High pitch ringing of The boxes roar accompanied the pain that rang through my back as I fell flat on my ass. Still blind and could only indicate my body by the feeling of pain that engulfed my nerves. It was as if I was having a seizure without moving, it wont end, I pray for a mercy but none is granted as I still lay riddled in agony.
          Suddenly I hear an explosion, and the smell of lightning, before I abruptly fade to blackness...

It's here I think to myself as I abruptly gasp for breath as I launched back to consciousness. I had drowned myself in a cold sweat during my unexpected rest.  The room had changed, It had felt like a second worth of eternities, and now This realm was freezing. It felt empty, still lifeless, but more abandon. I can feel its brisk as I grab for my rifle and aim jaggedly around myself, anything I did now was useless, I just wanted to survive however.
            As I have more time to observe the chamber, I Realize that that indeed, it has changed. what was left of Sargent Derek Hall laid as a burnt chunk of meat, that rested in a pool of his once boiled blood. The burnt muscles that had once made his face were shot several meters away from the rest of his body, still catalyzed in the exact moment of his death, showing an infinite expression of shock and agony. Why was I spared, I think to myself for only a short moment before I notice it once more. The artifact had returned to the center of the room.
             It too had changed however, the design on its surface no glowed green, and warmth flooded my mind as I had simply looked at it. My leg had still felt of death as I forced myself up, with what little energy I had left. I could hear the scuffing against the stone floor as I limped my way to the Artifact. as I stood over it, I gazed down at its presence. The emptiness of the room melted away, as I dropped to my knees and was brought to its level.
            I wrapped my hands around it, Its metallic feeling returned energy and hope to my hands. I need this to work, WE need this to work, to be able to fight, to Survive, I thought to myself as I pleaded for a response. We needed the powers, we couldn't win this fight without them, the ability to conjure elements out of mid air, to levitate, to teleport. The demons had retained these powers for themselves for too long. There was no response however, only silence.
            "Indistinguishable from Magic." A calm voice resonated form behind me. My attention was awoken and I darted backward, as I stood with my rifle in my hand. Just as it had finally dissipated, Fear had been installed right back into my heart. A demon was in the cellar with me.
             The bipedal creature war none of its traditional Battle Armor, and for once man was able to view a bare face. I felt no special honor however, surprise perhaps, by its human features. For the entirety of our genocide, I had always pictured their appearance to be more insidious, blackened, evil, Death. Its skin was pale however, It had two eyes, two ears, a mouth, there were no ears nor hair however. Still it was made of flesh and muscle.
             I couldn't give a flying fuck however, They had tore apart too many of my own for a soft appearance to matter. I unloaded my rifle into the Demons center mass. Bullet after bullet was launched out of my rifle at lighting fast speeds. Yet after the magazine had clicked empty, all 216 of my M.A. bullets had passed right through the hollow creature, and once more I stood in fearful awe.
            "It's indistinguishable form Magic...Isn't it?" The Demon repeated once more, seemingly un affected by the fact that I just tried to kill it.
            "W-wha-What?" I stammered out as well I could, which surprisingly something at all.
         "That how your species's saying goes, right." the demon continued in its still restful voice "Any Sufficient Advanced Technology is indistinguishable from Magic, it was your, uh, Charles Third Law correct?"
              I stood as confused as ever, still with my empty gun raised with no true purpose besides to give me comfort.
             After a moment of seeing that I had absolutely no Idea of how to respond, The demon continued once more "It's why your mission wont' succeed. you cant simply gain the powers of my species through one of our tools, for Our species doesn't contain any powers"
            I still had no idea what It was talking about. "what do you mean?" I interigatted
          "I mean this Box is not what you think it is. It does not contain magical powers for you to defeat my people, only tools that you may copy for your species."
          "I still dont understa-"
            "You have to reverse Engineer my technology, that is the point of this artifact. If you want to survive, you MUST accept my help." The demon Enforced once more.
           As i started to understand what the demon was trying to say, I hear and felt the realm shake, The Demon forces had found me, I had to leave. "Why would you Help Me?" I asked nervous of the answer
           The demon looked down for a moment, before sadly replying "My tools were never meant to be used for destruction. The realm bbomed once more, and dust fell from the ceiling "Quick" the Demon urged "Take the box, Escape!"
           I thought only for a second, this wasn't what we wanted, but I sure as hell wasn't leaving empty handed. I grabbed the artifact, the Demon dissipated into thin air, and I ran.

Sci-Fi draft: Breaking the Wall

"Leaving Dark Zone in 4 minutes" The ships automated voice announced to the crew. We all knew how long we had left, what was on the line, still hearing the soothing voice of the Ships V.I. seemed to calm our nerves. It wasn't the most human, but a band of criminals like us could never afford a true A.I. despite her clunky mannerisms,  she could still calculate all the maneuvers needed to escape this clusterfuck alive.
         "Ann, could you please map the targets for us as they appear" I requested, an unneeded gesture for a V.I. whom had no other option but to oblige. Still she reminded me of my sister, and so long she was part of my ship, she was part of my crew. I knew some of the other crew mates objected to the level of personality I bestow upon here, shortening her name was unusual enough, Andromeda didn't have the same ring to it though.
         Jacobs readied his gear, which on our budget was little more than some dark matter explosives, and a few Mass Acceleration weapons. Without any regulatory suits, if the Dusk was shot down before we entered the habitual zone, we would all be fucked. Elise made her final repairs to her Sentry C.A.T, Meeka. I knew Elise was nervous, she loved the little automated bugger than I did. The mission would revolve around her though, if the shit hit the fan,  Meeka could get fried, it had been almost 13 hears since I started to craft her. I let a small smirk flow across my cheeks as the fond memories of camping out in the garage, forging a pet that was originally meant as a gift for sister.
           Elise closed the control panel on Meeka's hind leg. She turned back to me, a grin stretched across her face, I'm not sure if it's sincere, or out of nervousness however. Jacobs was a lucky man, Elise was like an angel form old lore. her short Blonde hair was parted one way, and her skin was as soft as her Demeanor, which had the power to calm a bear that had been kicked in the nuts.
             "Leaving Dark Zone in one minute"  Ann reminded the crew. I readied my M.A. Pistol, if all went according to plan I wouldn't need it.
             "Is she ready?" I asked Elise as I inspected my gun, she looked at me questioningly "Meeka, Is she ready?" I reiterated as i looked back up to Elise.
             "Yea," Elise let out a curt nod "Her armor plates are cloaked in Dark energy, which should interfere with their sensors, as well as give some extra protection that the dicks wont see coming."
             "Ha! If we're lucky she'll even take down a few of em' bastards" Jacobs chuckled as he cocked his rifle and got ready to roll
              "No." I bluntly retorted "Remember, we want minimum casualties, once we leave Daek Zone all space with in a few light-year radius  is  bugged by those, tiny, robotic assholes. Dark energy shields will keep us hidden long enough for us to send Meeka to take her Sonar mapper into the facilities Vents" I veered around the room to walk the rest of the crew through the plan. "after that, Jacobs you know what to do right?
               "Of course 'sir'" Jacobs stressed with sarcasm, the boy had some serious issues with authority "I lead the rest of the crew to the generators, plant the explosives, blow those boxes straight to hell, all the while our daring Captain Alexander sits on his ass with my girl." Jacobs  challenged me, he never was the best at handling his temper, And I am in no mood to engage in his little fit.
                  "That is Precisely what is going to happen" I confirmed, "once the generators are down I will have free reign to approach the vault marked by Meeka, whom should be able to sedate all infantry guard with the toxin she is equipped with" I continued to elaborate my role, "Elise you will  be in charge of Meeka's vision and making sure she stays on target, once the guards are sedated, and I retrieve the package from the vault, Get Meeka back to the ship"  I enforced the vital part of the plan with an extra emphasis
                "Leaving Dark Zone now" Ann interrupted my recap, Shit I thought to myself we're out of time
                I readied my pistol once more "hopefully everyone is on board" I stated to the crew. As the ship lowered itself into its decent stage, the doors were signaled to open.
        

WS54: A Ghost of The Futures Past

All good things come to an end, sometimes even before they begin. Elise wasn't crazy, but she wasn't sane. In search for comfort health, she ironically clinged to the epitome of her delusions of reality. the nurse walked in 30 years ago, and handed her the drink that would wait half second decades to be consumed. she would stay the night, although she would be subjected to treatment that had been deemed obsolete for the past decade, it would serve its purpose for the time that was. it would take her 30 years to realize she was where she had been.

time always was a tricky subject for her.

WS53: Delusions of Grandure

You have stumbled upon a magic wand Spherical Artifact. You can do pretty much anything with this magical device, but you decide not to tell anyone about it for the time being. Describe your first couple of weeks with the magic wand and what you do with it and when (or if) you decide to tell anyone about it.

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I fit the artifact in my coat pocket. As usual, I could feel its warming energy shared through my veins. I closed my eyes for a blissful moment to absorb its comforting glow. I had become the very essence of power once more. This time I felt I might take a more personal tactic, I've surely earned it. I put myself in the midst of the crowd, I was in Paris, funny how no one really cares about the ma you just appears out of thin air. the world was desensitized, people so centered around their one lives they are oblivious to even the largest abnormalities.  as far as i was concerned, these people where pests, unworthy of the breath they draw, incapable of its power.  I was however, and that's why I deserve my life, but they don't. I made rid of them, the streets no remained quite, peace through death.

WS52: Always forgotten

It was an odd feeling; remembering something you've always forgotten. this wasn't supposed to happen, but for every good process, occasionally there's an error. Her eyes saturated with tears, in an unresistable distress, she lay her head on the wheel of her car. She let her tears flow from her eyes as the car behind laid on their horns. To her however, the world was silent, and the world would never resume its motion again

WS45: CCC

there was once a kid who woke up and found out the the ground was covered in cotton candy. He attempted to eat it all but then soon found out that, that was super nasty so he contracted syphilis a died the next year...the end.

WA41: Seems Legit

O: Dinosours?

S: dinosaurs.

O: you want Dinosaurs?

S: yes, we  clone dinosaurs from the DNA found in pieces of amber.

O: an this will help us...?

S: stop the Zombies of course!

O: but what If the zombies bite the dinosaurs?

S: then the dinosaurs become zombies...duh

O: zombie dinosaurs...that sounds a lot worse than zombies

S: no because the zombie dinosaurs will only eat other dinosaurs.

O:but then we still have the zombies

S: yes but at least we have dinosaurs

O: look Dr.Hammond, I think you need to leave....

S: dangit, no one ever likes my ideas to make dinosaurs

OAP: A glass half full.

 (scene opens with two soldiers, prone from a vantage point somewhere in an abandon building, the scene starts with the sound of a gunshot.)

John: BOOM!, Head-shot. (there is a short pause, John adjusts his gun, then fires again) And BOOM! There's another one, Heh (John chuckles to himself as he adjusts his gun again.)

Alexander: (shakes his head and takes his eye of the scope to direct toward John.) Jesus, John! Will you give it a rest already?!

John: (Gives a small smirk at Alexanders remark, remains aiming through scope) Ah, Good Ol' Alex, always the Buzzkill aren't ya?

(Alexander, fully facing john, appears as though he is about to explode, but withdraws his words before he speaks and turns back through aiming through his scope)

Alexander: (mutters, almost whispering to himself) better than a sociopathic asshole

John: (fully smiling, seemingly enjoying  the conversation to its fullest) What?! (abruptly asks in a rhetorical, condescending tone) could you repeat that?! All this sound of (suddenly fires his gun again) HEADSHOTS! really seems to be drowning out your negativity!

Alexander (without taking his eye of the scope.) For Christs-sake man! we're dealing with human lives here. The least you can do is show a little (Alexander Fires his gun which does not interfere with his rant) respect for the dead!

John: HA! My Job isn't to have respect, it's to kill who I am told to kill, nothing more, nothing less. (pauses for a half second, his tone turns more slow, and condescending) Besides, you seem to have forgotten to get a headshot  on your previous target, look at him,  just sitting there, with his completely untouched face. Here let me fix that for you (John fires his gun, implying he shot Alexanders previous target) There now the areas cle-

Alexander: (after darting up, lifting john and pinning him against the adjacent wall.) WHAT IN SAM'S HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!! (visibly livid, spitting as he shouts)

John: (seeming unaffected by the sudden turn of events, lightly laughs while speaking) Just doing my Job mate.

Alexander: HE WAS ALREADY DEAD, I SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKIN' HEART!

John: (without missing a beat) Oh, poor Alex, don't you now, chest shots aren't worth double points?

Alexander: THIS ISN'T A FUCKING GAME, ASSHOLE!

John: (looks Alexander directly in the eyes, and slowly says while smiling) "The secret to a good life, is to bring a game to everything you do. Even if all your doing is taking out the garbage, you will do that with excellence" (small pause) Karen Jo Fowler.

(Alexander looks lividly into Johns eyes, clenching his jaw, before pushing him off the wall, landing him on the ground)

Alexander: We're soldiers, we aren't supposed to enjoy what we do.

John: (pushing himself back up, still in an untouched attitude) Oh, and where's the fun in that Alex? we should just be depressed because someone else says we should hate our job?

Alexander: NO! (collects himself for a moment after shouting) we should be the ones who say we hate our jobs, we're killing people remem-

(cut off by john)

John: oh yes (still grinning, now fully standing, ecstatically using movements and gestures to emphasize his words) the Ol' (in a sarcastic, overbearing tone) "We should hate our job because we kill people thing" (cuts tone and asks inquisitively) tell me Alex, What's the difference between what we do and, I dunno, say being a Garbage collector,  a cashier, janitor, a-

Alexander: They don't kill people John (visibly stressed as saying this, emphasizing with sharp hand gestures)

John: Ah yes. But all the same society tells them they should hate their (starts counting with his fingers, while pacing) "They take out other peoples trash, they're only their because they have too, they don't get paid much, if they work like them too long they're a failure" (sharply turns to Alexander) And you now what Alex, If you ask them how they feel about their work. they always say the same thing "I hate my job, It's the worst thing in the world, blah, blah, blah" So, you know what,  If me enjoying my job makes me a sociopath, a monster, or just an asshole. at least I can take solace in the fact that I enjoy doing what I do, and that I do it well


(Alexander is about to speak but is cut off by the sound of a rifle in the distance, Johns leg is shot and he falls to the ground with and audible grunt. Alex hides behind a corn next to john)

Alexander: SHIT! (peers toward John) Are you okay.

John: (surprisingly still grinning) Meh, looks like he hit my femoral Artery, I'll probably be bleeding out soon unless you can get your- (another shot cuts him off and hits him in the back and protrudes from his chest)

(John goes into a small coughing fit, some blood flowin from his mouth, looks back toward Alexander, once again grinning)

John: (much softer, but still with some audible stress) See Alex *coughs* I guess you weren't the only one who didn't now that Headshots are double points *coughs twice* (much softer) that or he's a terrible shot.

Alexander: NO! NO! NO! (looks down at his gun) this can't be happening to me, why do I always have to be the one who deals with shit like this?

John: (regaining some vitality)  Oh come-un' Alec *coughs* just because I got a few caps busted in my ass, doesn't give you the right to have a stick up yours. Now here (slides Alexander his pistol) show this guy how this thing should be done.

Alexander: (looking confused, speaks after a moment) John, I don't think this pistol will be very effective at this distance

(John Looks at Alexander for a moment with an inquisitive look on he face, head clocked to the side, before breaking into a fit of hysterical Laughing. Alexander looking awkwardly from side to side, avoiding eye contact with the seemingly deranged man)

Alexander: John. (john continues laughing) John. (Laughing continues) John. (Laughing continues)JOHN!

(John only then stops laughing, seemingly due more towards an irresistible coughing fit than Alexanders plea, coughing continues for about 4 seconds before ceasing, John final relaxes as he pulls himself to a sitting position on the pillar to his side)

John: (still with a hint of laughter in his voice) Come one Alex boy, don't tell me we're so different that we can't even communicate with one another.

Alexander: (serious) I don't know what you're saying john, Is the loss of blood getting to your head?

John: what a silly question Alex, don't you realize that if the answer was yes, I wouldn't even be able to answer you correctly, thus making it impossible to receive a useful answer. (Alexander stares blankly back at john, there is a moment of silence, john sits still, blood still trailing from his mouth, skin paling, while breath gets heavier and sweat becomes visible)

Alexander: I guess that's tr- (another shot blasts through the room hitting the pilliar John is leaning on)

John: (flinches downward) SON OF A-(looks toward Alexander) Come on Alex, This is embarrassing! This Sharpshooting ace can't even hit a sitting target! (there is a short pause as john leans forward and speaks more softly) Now we both now you aren't as dumb as you played when I asked you to get a bloody headshot on me, don't we?

Alexander: (looks away from John, fighting off tears, but remains a solid voice) I can't do that ma-

John: Bullshit Alex! (there is a pause as Alex looks john in his weakening face) now remember boy...double points

(Alexander struggles for a moment, before relaxing his stature, looks at John for a while, picks up Johns Gun and points it at him. There is a 10 second pause before a gunshot is heard. Simultaneously all lights dim off, except for a spot light on john leaning on the pillar, just flinching from the sound of a bullet. After a few seconds he opens his eyes and looks around slightly confused, but still with a somewhat smiling face that he's carried throughout the play, apparently more tired now however.)

(another light appears spotting the Grim Reaper who enters from the side of the stage Alexander was on, preferably Audiences right.)

Death: ( in a relaxed, surprisingly human voice)so you are John correct? John Carter?

John: (smiling while looking at death.) yeah, that'd be me

Death: Great, right on time. thanks for making my life a little easier here.

John: HA! (beat) Pun intended?

Death: (in a rhetorical, slightly eccentric voice) Of course.  gotta keep this Job interesting don't I?

John: heh, yea...I can definitely understand that.

Death: Oh yeah, I'm sure...I mean I say that movie you were in, it was awful

John: (chuckles a little) Really?(!) Even after I'm dead I don't hear an end to all these "John, bloody, Carter" jokes?

Death: (getting closing, and eventually squatting next to John) Hey, what can I say, just like Heath Ledger, Hollywood kinda fucked you over.

John; (turns his head at the dark joke) Ooh, that ones rough... (chuckles for a second)  so, which way am i going? up or down?

Death: well, that's for you to find out (points his skeleton hand in the shape of a gun at John, speaks  softly) boom...headshot

 (death makes a shooting motion with his hand as he says this, all lights cut off instantly.)


END

WS39:The Meanest teacher.

I opened the door and sat down at the table. It was 12:00pm and I won the contest; I got to have a meal with the meanest teacher in the school, my math teacher Mrs.Smith. She was just a little under 5"4', and was an average body figure. Blonde hair,  blue eyes.

"Morning Mrs. Smith" I introduced myself
"please call, me Mary."  she politely asked.
     I pulled up a chair at the round table to sit down. I packed my own lunch,  a gluten free BLT sandwich "I noticed she had a Styrofoam tray and decided to ask her what she was planning on having for lunch
      she finished chewing then responded "My husband James packed me my average lunch, A small salad with some ranch dressing, accompanied by a ham, and Colby jack cheese, white bread sandwich."
     I nodded, and took a bit of my sandwich. after a moment I made another attempt at small talk. "how long have you and Mr. Smith been married?"
     she perked up a little, then veered her head slightly up and to the right trying seemingly trying to recall the correct answer. "well...We got married when I was just about to trn 27, so about fifteen and a half years now."
     "that's cool,m what does he do?" I continued to inquire
"he's a Retail Salesperson, which makes about the same s me, $56,000  a year. together we raise our three kids off that, which  can be pretty fun as you can imagine."
     I laughed it off and finished my meal. we talked a little while more before I my next class was about to start, when I got up to leave the only the I could think was "well it's completely true what they say...Mrs.Smith is the most average teacher in the school, if not all of America."

WS38: the sparkler incident (incomplete)

Characters:
Alexander: Roommate of Lucas, just had apartment burned down
Lucas: Roommate of Alexander, partially responsible for apartment building burning down. 
Elise: another resident of apartment building
Police Officer: Male, there do to the fire

 Scene: on the sidewalk facing the burnt apartment building
Lucas: (pleading ) Look bro, I already admitted it was my B okay."
Alexander: (annoyed) You left your Lit cigarette next to the box of sparklers.
Lucas: And that was stupid, I get it. (more defensively) but at least I take RESPONSIBILITY for it.
Alexander:(angry, louder tone, bolds are now shouts) People could've DIED Lucas, It's going to take a lot more than noticing the fact that you could've killed someone for anyone to make up for Possibly killing someone!

(lucas is about to say something but just then  a woman shows up)
Elise: (worried

WS37: The Park

 "Why didn't you see the tree, you were looking right at it?!"

Already aggetated, I was in no mood to deal with Brian's  lack of personal responsability

"Hey, you're are Duck,  It's your job to have dropped us off at the right place!"

Derek Busted in "Can we go just one match without you two bitching, Alex you're the breeze, so get get your gear ready and sprint for their Rock"

      I looked down for a second, grunted, and did as he said. As the Rock he was our squad leader, and this game wasn't over quite yet, even If Edward, our tree was already cut. Still I had no Idea how to get past their tree, the man was a fortress, and I only had one life left. If Brian had just dropped the boat off at the right place...I finished that thought and budged it off, we were at the state champion ship, and all I had to do was knock their rock over.

"Ok I'm ready" I announced. took a deep breath, and ran.

WS36: Six Squared S squared

"I hate Peas"
the man said as he reached the gates of hell
The demon guarding looked at the man
"well then, that shall be your meal for the rest of eternity."
Lucifer thought for a moment "that's the reason I'm here isn't it?."
The Demon stood there confused for a second, before shrugging it off
"enough stalling meat your eternal damnation"
Lucifer looked toward the fiery gates.
"very well, what shall be my punishment?"
"well, that depends on what you're sin was.
"Ah" the man walked toward the gate.
as they opened Satan himself greeted the man
"And who shall you be" asked Satan.
"I am the Great General Alexander, commander of the insidious Dark armies that plagued the entire planet with amour with our weapons of mass destruction, vehicles of mass trave, and technology of mass communication."
satan nodded "and what is your sin?
"I ate Peace"

Song Lyrics: A World Without Rhyme

Chorus

Days are long, The nights are bliss

Sweet hearts cry, Sour minds thrive

And sometimes I feel We live in a world W/O Rhyme

A world W/O Rhyme

yea this World W/O Rhyme....


VERSE 1

So I guess it's my turn to welcome myself to the world of the city of Dis
Where I shall remain king, and my you sit there just pissed
off by the fact that I must carry this burden
So I'll try not to think lest my words start blurin' and slurin with the rest.
Bitch let this be my final caress, And try not to fight unless,
you're ready to lose this battle as I pull out my verbal strike
and hit you in the face harder than Babe  Fuckin' Ruth
With the Whole and holy truth.

But enough with this cocky display of arogance
I deserve what I have so I take what I need
and In return I give you the hate of which you feed.
don't you get it? Its survival of the fittest.
and perhaps I get a little too mean, and little too keen
But In my defense, this is the cause for my now lack of sleep
so hurtle your sheep, and strike me down
spit on my crown, throw me in a bloody river to drown
so that I may be fed to the hounds, as they howl aloud, In front of this crowd
as they finally refuses to make any sound, and only then not now
shall I rember why...


Chorus

Days are long, The nights are bliss

Sweet hearts cry, Sour minds thrive

And sometimes I feel We live in a world W/O Rhyme

A world W/O Rhyme

yea this World W/O Rhyme....



VERSE 2

So now I'm writing this note, and I hope you enjoy it
may I be done with standing so pissed
and if I am, where do I finish my list?
still waiting on her kiss.
Death be a fortunate lady, the creator, and eraser of rhymes
so is this what makes me one of a kind.
not busting my ass to make a rhyme in time
to take your mind, and blowit out your ass
into the past, leaving you in a full body cast of peace.
but enough of this bittersweet imagery

In this End I truly am sorry
I try to play ball when the game was hockey
and when the slope became rocky I guess it was my time shine
but my light fell apart in this tunnel
and while I try to live by this rhyme, I feel as though I am losing my mind
so this is it, I finally quit, I hit this ground running, but just ended up stunning
my soul, and this rhyme, like an assassin from behind
I beseech thee, and beg for forgivenss
and please stop it form being true, that



Chorus

Days are long, The nights are bliss

Sweet hearts cry, Sour minds thrive

And sometimes I feel We live in a world W/O Rhyme

A world W/O Rhyme

yea this World W/O Rhyme....


Bridge
And I guess it my fault


That I filled all the wounds with salt

this world grows dark

and so close the gates of the world of the city of dis

please give the Devil my kiss

and don't hate me for this, I was not built for a world without rhyme...



Final Verse 

So when I said that this was it and that I finally quit
I meant it at heart, so please encombus me death
as I gorge on these pills, that have broken my will
no longer am I king of this hill, that I so ignorantly filled
and hated the rock on that which I stood
and hated the people who thought that they could


The message is out, and now I hear the sirens, I'm ready to go
as the world turns slow, and their kindness makes an attempt to glow
but now it's in vain, and that this is truly insane
so grab your whips and your canes, and grab onto my pain
put me to shame, and end me of day. the world turns dark, and I sit here once pissed
as I feel deaths gentle kiss, I make my last final wish
that from here on after, at the end of the chapter
for the world to be rid of despair, and people live without care
and no one is harmed, not even a hair, so that I may sit back and just stare
and take solace in the fact that no longer the truth that


Chorus

Days are long, The nights are bliss

Sweet hearts cry, Sour minds thrive

And sometimes I feel We live in a world W/O Rhyme

A world W/O Rhyme

yea this World W/O Rhyme....

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WS35: The Creatures Shadow

I shall follow you through the Light of day

I will reflect your very Image

we live our lives on different planes

But min devoid of features


I will become strongest in a sun slight ray

And in darkness I'm Roughage

And as I follow I wonder what is sane

When you share the company of such strange creatures

WS34: The spread of Choas

Across The Sea shall come we

To limit the world to our  plaster

We are Death; devouror of worlds

And Darkness shall be our caster

WS33: Cinderella man - Eminem (fixed)

Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand
Cinderella's Sand
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand, (hey, hey)

If I had a time machine
I'd reset
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand,
Music is my time machine, sand still falls
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand,
Cinderella's Sand
Cinderella's Sand,

Fuck this lightnin'
I struck Her
Screamed "Shut up!" and plundered,
 flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward

Cinderella's Sand, Cinderella's Sand, Cinderella's Sand, Cinderella's Sand.

Rewound the future to the present, paused it and try to slow,
Fuck the past motherfucker Im lost  now
It's

Cinderella's man, Cinderella's man, Cinderella's man, Cinderella's man.

WS32: Poem for Friday: Puting the past behind me.

Hello Ol' friend

long time no see

please put an emphasis on no see

its been a while

but now I think I am finally happy


See i've been doing some thinking

like a lot

And I feel it's time to cange

and get away from the deranged

so I may break through my self made cage


So let this serve as the final signal

that I am now completely sure your not real

and let these words be caught in my mind

and lost, so they may diminish in time


Life is now easy

I can do anything now, no really

I must thank you for your prison

be cause now I truly feel free 

science a key

questions for me, questions to answer

to pave, to mold, and destroy

all this belong to the power of we


So here is my final good bye

a symbol for improvement

and dont get this twisted

I did not abandon you

nor you abandon me

I am simply acknowledging now, that you were never to be

Poetry Assignment #10: Trying to Change (Beget These Chains)

Today will be my Final day of being me

Laugh right now but tomorrow you'll see

That I may pursue my Destiny


To these chains, beget, over the seas

Until they grow wings and are finally free

Today will be my Final day of being me


A hill encountered, to climb is the key

So please hand me a reed

That I may pursue my Destiny


Depression too deep, and The slope too steep

I am no longer sure what I can say to be:

Today will be my Final day of being me


I guess their wings have frozen, and latched back onto thee

The summit in reach, I'm missing the tools, to damn far, to end so quickly

That I may pursue my Destiny


In the end will I change?

Inconceivable thoughts and processes, just held back to not let's say

Today is my Final day of being me

That I may pursue my Destiny

Poetry Assignment #9: A Legendary Tale

A legendary Tale


In the corner stood The Legend

Pondering how to find  a Myth

It may just be an old Rumor

But If you believe in the Lore

Then you will follow his Tale

On his quest for the Truth


The Facts are the Truth

And to uncover,  you must be a Legend

For Facts are so rare, thy're closer to Myth

Go to the cave; so says the Rumor

to fin an Old man known to the Lore

And ask the Old Man for his Tale


"You wonder my Tale?

Well, if you insist here's the Truth

There is a Dragon, who has killed many a Legend

And he sits on the rock that has made many a Myth

He can hear his name when spoke ill, so quickly spread a rumor

Or lest yourself be lost in lore"


The Dragon looked down from his mountain reflecting his Lore

When in the wind, he heard an unpleasant Tale

"I did not, No that isn't the Truth!"

And he was off clear his name, and retain a Legend

He crashed through the village, and disproved many he thought he was Myth

"What you people say is a lie! now who spread this viscous Rumor?"


"It was I who spread the Rumor!"

And then stood the man unafraid of the Lore

"For to know the facts, I had to create a silly Tale"

The dragon shouted with fire "so, its due to you, wanting the Truth?!'

The dragon grabed with his claws and caught the Legend

"After this you'll be all but a Myth"


But he cut him self free with a blade made from Myth

He stabbed the Beast, enraged by his Rumor

In the dragons one weakness, discovered in Lore

He asked the beast, in its final Tale

To tell just one single Truth

So, that he himself may be a Legend


"Tomorrow I may be myth, thanks to your hurtful Rumor

But at least you respected the Lore, and so shall I with the Tale

Of the worlds one Truth, you my friend; are Legend

WS30: Poem For Wednesday: Love, Hate, Love, Hate

I may welcome myself to the world of the city of Dis

Were I shall remain King, and my subjects; pissed

Lock away my hope, this is my right

Self destruction some say, death is only a husk

I shall never forget, lest I submit

Soon I myself, will give The Devil my wrists

Poetry Assignment #8: A letter form Man to Life (work in progress)

first and foremost, the format and theme of this poem is heavily inspired by the song "A Letter From God To Man" by  Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip.






A Letter From Man to Life



 So I guess this apology is long overdue

I've tried for a while to see if I can justify my actions

But sometimes Logic doesn't seem to be my highest virtue

I try to say I'm civilized now, yet I endorse that which keep others from becoming one to

I have much to make up, so let"s go through the list


I am sorry for my constant violence

In my defense you engineered me for Survival of the fittest

Something by itself is horrible to witness

But it seems even as I outgrew is need, I kept its seed


I kill nature for sport, and man for lord

I kill air and the ground for my own peronl crown

I kill knowledge for control, and speech for silence

So kill I will, for a time until I need not thrill, but that will never cease


But I'm sorry at least

Poetry Assignment #7: This tunnel not lit

It's the valley of the shadow of death

and as I walk its most dangerous path

I prepare my lungs for their final breath

This I believe, an escape from life's wrath.



woe is me, woe is me, city of dis

I fear not, for at least there I may live

I believe neither heaven nor hell, truly exist

but if they do, let my soul be a shiv.



In death; I am my own destiny

In this life; I feel only a prison  

Can this truly be it, life's  prodigy 

gone in the wind; madness murdered its kin



Let fate be my judge, this is it I quit

I've been persistent; a tunnel not lit

Starter #29: F the (song)PO-lice

the choice is easy, create your own song....and by this I mean a mix.

To work around the "man" you simply have to create your own music mix comprising of every single song you like. technically it will be defined as its own song (so long you randomly add periodic intervals of your own "music")

hypothetically you could have a 24hr song, by simply making a compilation mix. problem solved, I win;  police lose...

WS22: Poem for Friday: Pen

A firm blade of ink
takes a bold mind to wield
For once on paper it is to sink
Its fate is forever sealed

Poetry Assignment #6: A false story

"I'm not sure if you noticed yet..."

An odd start to a conversation with my mother

I do not know what it is she would reveal

But already excitement stood through my body as a brother

ready for a surprise, a gift of steel

only to be sideswiped without caution of the real 


"I haven't been home for a while"

A true statement indeed

work had kept her busy

completely unsure of where this story will lead

what is to come, I would have expected lastly

"your father and I are growing apart"

Now I start to realise

Unsure if I am being penalised

my mind has stopped its race

not even with a steady pace


"I'm living with a coworker now"

and I am sure this can't be happening

I hate this story

no longer fun

who has won?

why am I the one?


"this is no ones fault"

now this is bullshit

science is my aim

cause and effect

there is a reason;

or none at all?


"I am still your mom"

well no shit

even with this breath taking hit

I don't see how this could change


"I've helped make his house more acommadating"

first off "he?"

second, why for me?

I don't know how or why

I have been lving in a lie

So I begin to cry, go to my bed to die

this story is over, but the truth being covered

is what hurt the most

WS28: Poem for Monday: Ignorant Hate

They say ignorance is bliss

I guess some never got the memo

people are pissed off at this, and that

him and her, he and she

My own grandfather believes that god hates fags

women deserve rags

and that the brown all wear them

He was a product of a different era, ignorant of now

yet still so angry, stressed, and borderline riddled with hate

this is a man I still love, he raised my father well, who in return raised me

It pains me to see, that the ignorance of a nation

will destroy the happiness, and well being of that it encompasses

I wish ignorance was bliss, yet this doesn't seem to be true anymore

for we live in a world of ignorant hate

Poetry Assignment #5: The Space Motto

The vast, the empty, yet filled with the unexplored

this is the space that live you and me

if trying to live off what are science implored

as we take to the skies, we begin to see


This is the space that live you and me:

One of many that we were designed to explore

To take interest in heart; this is the key

 still our power is small, to that we strive for


One of many we were designed to explore

Yes this is the motto we must keep in our mind

The universe is itsleff many times over

The vastness of space; there will still be more in the end of time


Yes this is the motto we must keep in our mind

to strive through space, dimensions, time and even our regressions

if all this is to much to stand behind, at least remember this line:

we are small, but we are alive

WS27: Poem for Friday: The King explored (Kings, Princess, Peasents Pt.2)

I used the online Brainstormer to randomly generate the following 3 words: reunion, ancient, crossbow. I prefer these over those offered on your website, as they offer a more vague image to build off of.




Too truly live in the life of a king

you will know a life without sing

To hold onto your virtue

Is to hand over your life

The enemies will pursue

and stab the heart with the greedy knife

You will wish to cave

but by then, the king is unmade

You will sail the seas

your rule; your ship

and when your boat comes to ease

you will see your old friend emerge from the fog in unwieldy ship, from bottom to tip

your bows shall cross

This is a wreck that's must

so give into your lust

or forever be lost

In the end you will be alone, forever the stone

who shall win Prince, or king...the question's rather  indeed: which side is better?

Poetry Assignment #4: A Fun Challenge

I was going to use my name, but then I was like "nah, screw that;too easy." So I decided to make it a little more interesting by using the worlds longest word ,hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, (the fear of long words" for my ideogram

H: Two Bro's fist bumping
I: A headless man standing Erect
P: A rounded hammer
P: A car travailing down a vertical road
O: A more rounded zero
P: A turtle climbing a cliff
O: An inverse black hole
T: A man with a sombrero
O: Looking down through a straw
M: A collapsed bridge
O: A tunnel with a light at the end
N: Another, smaller, collapsed bridge that had one of the ends fail
S: The traffic travel of a drunk driver
T: A women with a sombrero
R: A headless woman with her leg out
O: The face of a surprised person
S: A snake in the sand
E: A  man doing yoga, sitting on the floor with his arms stretched forward, when he gets an erection
S: A snake in the grass
Q: That ghost from the Mario games
U: A horseshoe (easy)
I:A column to a mansion
P:A football player about to spearhead someone
P: A person bending over to pick up a penny they found
E: A bookshelf with one side missing
D: A wanna be O, that just couldn't be
A: Eiffel tower
L: A putter in golf
I: A sword without a handle
O: πr^2
P:A turtle climbing down a cliff
H: Two bros hugging it out
O:A FREAKING CIRCLE!!
B:Two turtles climbing up a cliff
I:A Pole
A: An alligator who has a stick stopping his jaw from closing; flipped upside down

WS26: Poem for Thursday: The ol' time cinema

Breaking News! Breaking News!
the future is now!
you can move, and now, pictures can too.
sooner or later they will be have sound.

Breaking News! Breaking News!
it doesn't get better than this!
The past is gone,  how can science ever out due
surely we've reached the end,  for what else could we add to our list?

Poetry Assignment #3: Keys of Life

A board of keys can make you, you and me, me

A board of keys is the sound of a thousand man army marching across your screen

A board of keys is the sight of thousand independent variables, that combine to make a larger whole

A board of keys is the feel of holding all life's truths and thee ability to change them

A board of keys is the sweet taste of the sound of your individuality set free

A board of keys is the smell of the gas that fuels your creativity

A board of keys can make you, you and me, me

WS25: Poem for Wednesday: Fun Questions

Dear Universe,

I couldn't help but notice the majesty of your vastness. I brought up a peculiar question regarding your expansion.

A mysterious dark energy is to make the infinite larger, but how does something live in this ultimate mansion

you offer mysteries with little answers, you hide the truth with lies going faster, I am sorry but you're a little more pester

I am unsure if you are one or many; alone are we together in an infinite regression. we seem to have left a false impression

If you've noticed, we humans, rarely much care, we are content with just trying to stare, until a small truth reveals a glare

If I may ask you one thing, let this please continue to ring, as without your hiding, our boredom would be suffering

Poetry Assignment #2: Mixed Feelings

"Science"

The best thing is it's true
a systematic collection of facts

But the worst thing is it's false
a chaotic battle of theories both to be disproven

But The best thing is its ability to protect
A forge for the shields to defend us from the awesome power of natural life 

But the worst thing is its knack for destruction
an anvil for swords meant to split the atoms of natural life

But the best thing is how it unifies
A species under a journey for truth and the fruits of exploration,  and how they may cook

But the worst thing is how it divides
A contradiction of previous beliefs, men tortured for simple theories that contradict a holy book

But the best thing is what it creates
devices to help us fly, to bring us back to life, and to bring sight, where once it was not

But the worst thing is what it creates
devices to help us spy, to bring an end to life, to bring blindness, where once there was not

But the best/worst thing of them all,  is it's science

WS24: Poem for tuesday: Gentle Giant

Mario

Golden fur

A stitched leg

Yet no form of violence

A gentle giant's

Loving mix

Kindness

Poetry assignment #1: Tired, yet interested

A tall man talking
a short pen tapping
my neck cracking
and me, just trying to keep awake in class

WS23: Poem for Monday: A walk through the average mans mansion

I walk through my average mans mansion
a place of my own solitude and passion
knowing soon, it shall be my time to leave
I walk these walls, already I miss what it conceives
What will happen to my average mans mansion

**note: this was not done from my perspective as a child, rather a my current perspective of losing the place I have grown up in my whole life (moving out after graduation, and the anxiety that comes with that) to avoid losing marks, please note that this was intentional.**

20 years from now

In 20 years from now, technology will have advanced (just a stab in the dark there guys.) but in all actuality not much will change. the lunar colonies will have landed in their designated areas awaiting to be inflated (supposing NASA can work through the shutdown(s)) many people believe the singularity will be hit, however this is unlikely (not impossible though) but the world will remain the same. there will be haves/have nots. there will be healthy and sick. even if doctors are replaced by robots, they would then have to hire doctors to check to make sure the robots don't mess up. this post will end abruptly because I have got to leave now...sorry.

Poem for thursday

A man who is left with only space
will find himself trapped in an endless race
No clear victor, no just pace
Yet it was he, who had the end erased

wednesday 20, halloween party

A kid comes out of the bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his waistband, and stuck to his shoe...

      "you forgot a few pieces mate." Eric gave jack the heads up.

      "really?" Jack questioned as he looked down, while he was already putting on his new outfit; a from this vest he already equipped it appeared to be some sort of cowboy/western thing. "ah, yes" he confirmed as he unattached the toilet paper from his show and threw it in the trash bin across the room, as it went in he held his hands "screw that mummy idea" he cheered "I should have dressed as a NBA player"

      "nice thought J." Alice chimed in, with her newly dyed hair cut to look like Cleopatra she even had the gold jewelry and robes to boot. "But you awareness would need some work, you forgot another" she informed and pointed to his waist  "besides, your not even black" she joking taunted.

       "hey, racists." Jack eased back at his sister. "but it appears you're right, maybe next year." jack made rid of the toilet paper, then double checked to make sure there was nothing more.

"And to think all of that work could have been avoided if you just didn't choose the same outfit as me for the party" Etic taunted him further.

"no," Jack retorted "all that work could've been avoided if our judge" Jack used his hands to stress the air quotation marks around the word judge "would have made the right call during the Rock, paper, scissors match"

"what our you talking about, I did make the right choice"

"No," jack once again retorted "he clearly cheated, he waited to see what my choice was first, before choosing rock"

"hey you should have specified whether or not we going on shoot or not." Eric shot back "no hurry up you newbs halloween only happens once a year, and I don't intend to miss the one party at which girls are actually encouraged to dress like sluts"

"I take objection to that" Alice retorted jokingly as they went out the door.

Most of the "First" things I have done are either boring, or I was too young or (legally) drugged to remember. So for this instance I shall use the LAST time I have, or ever will do a certain thing. see this will be the story of when I drove my car, without a phone

picture this: the date, roughly 3 or 4 weeks ago. I am requested to show up to the asylum of soul sucking known as Dexter High School to help with debate practice. Just got off of work at my old job. (just to clarify I was the one who quit for school purposes so my pride is unaffected.) It is raining in a manner that made Noah's little boat trip like a cruise through the Bahamas. Unbeknown to me, my new car (like 18 Hours new) had a little surprise awaiting for me. you see, the radiator hose was about preform the dance of its people (also known as the "explode for no damn reason whatsoever dance™" 

   I was on Dexter-Chelsea at the time when all of a sudden the heat gauge had its nail go from 0-over 900 in just under a second (still believe Guinness owes me a world record)  so at this point my car stops running, there is so much smoke I cant see the road (like any of it...whatsoever...not even the sides...like at all...I could see behind me though, so that's a plus) I was still traveling about 30 mph though (enough to seriously hurt someone...namely me) so I do the logical thing, and drove my car right into the ditch

So that hurt, but i was alive. smoke had completely enclosed my car, the taste of oil was in my mouth (and probably a little blood) the only noises i could hear, were the sounds of rain assaulting me car (seriously thought i was being shot at.) but i don't panic (because I am logical...

Memoir Cats.

 Coming of Age:
-buying my first M rated game without need of parent. modern day rite of passage. kinda cool.

Life Expierence:
- I could rewrite the Attic, that's always a fun on, It's cool to see the story improve each year.

Relationship:
- Divorce of Parents? not my relationship so not sure if it counts. could do a story about Mario (ask Satt for clarification) 

C/E/S:
- Dexter is about as diverse as a witty metaphor that shows that it's not diverse at all (hey I tried) I could do a story about being a Black man stuck in a White body (that was a joke BTW)

Food:
- brownies being my favorite food, first time baking

Travel:
- trip to boy's town, Chicago for sure.

War Stories:
- The bee sting is the obvious choice here, I still have the copy of the one I did in 5th grade, still as shitty as ever, could be nice to do a rewrite.

Emotions:
- fixation with the # 6, once again mark this one for clarification.

Spirituality: 
-It would be my losing of faith in this case, but that was over the course of 2-3 years, too long? clarification would be needed

Other:
-  memoir of someone else's life (it would be DIFFERENT) probably not, but fits that category that I'm compelled to include  

Cute, Little, Pink

Cute, Little, Pink, Shoes, with a Hello Kitty imprint on them. A 25% mark off, how could I resist. Of course I grabbed them on my way out, and of all times the Delivery could have occurred, she chose when I was shopping.

Fuck me,  of course, the cashier decides today is the day she wants to get to know ALL about me.

“nice weather We’re having.”
“have a nice weekend so far?”
“these shoes for Your baby?”

“I’m in a hurry mam, please hurry” I shot, in a futile attempt to expedite her slow ass. Finally I’m out of the mall racing down the free way to the hospital, park my car and sprint, running through the hallways, I found her room, I was too late, the baby already didn’t make it. wrapped in a Cute, Little, Pink, Towel, all it needed was a Hello Kitty imprint on it.

"Jim God Dammit this is Important."

      And with that single bark, I already knew today was going to be a boring one. "ya, ya, one sec boss, almost done."

     Of course Boss in his usual manner was all pissy over his little "mission parameters" hunched over looking around the broken down double door entryway into the corridor. "told ya before Jim, don't call me boss...makes me feel all uncomfortable and shit. no hurry up, and get your ass over here!"

    "and I told YOU before..on second, almost done."

"we don't have time for your Shenanigans Jim, Zed are filling the hallway and alpha team is down to nothing but baseball bats, and hammers!"

"You're too nervous boss, besides I'm done look" I take a step back to show Boss my beutiful master piece. The reanimated corpse staple its office chair, which was screwing into the flooring for good measure. he- or ITS cellphone was taped into his hand playing music, sending it into a little rage. It's grasps for Boss and I were quite amusing. "See Boss, aint' she a beaut."

"yes, yes your a modern day Picasso, Now let's get outta here before we're eatin'"

"No, no, I hate Picasso...too abstract for my taste Boss, my art is more authentic, more REAL. see look at him squirm"  I hustle over to Boss put m hand on his back and corrected his view to better marvel at my masterpiece. "It tells the magnificent tragedy of our everyday Joe who just got laid off for wasting all his time on angry birds"

"Bravo, calling bravo" Boss's radio buzzed "We're overrun, I repeat overrun, zed have taken out alpha, humanities gone mate humanitie go-"  the radio went silent and Boss frantically tried to regain contact, unfortunately his abundance of cussing didn't seem to do the trick.

I walked my way over to the window with the tortured Zed next to it...the Chicago Skyline always was beautiful, even with fire scorching it. I heard the Zed take Boss, his screams were justified I'm sure...I guess that makes me the last man alive.
     I take out Carissa's gun, and I apologize to her for never getting any of her portraits in a museum, at least they're in my heart...they have been for the last six years.  I point the gun to my head, and i pull the trigg-

a life to kill for

    Alexis was an assassin. Not just any assassin; The assassin. decades of work and training as accumulated her to the pinnacle of her career, The assassination of the president of the United States of America. She aimed through her scopes, took the 240 meter shot, and he was going to die. She was trained not to take chance however, the second bullet will pierce the skull. chink, click boom. there was no way coming back from this, his skull ripped in two. His  limousine speed away, it was too late though. Jacqueline was in panic, there were some screams, and Alexis left.
       She was certain Harvey would take the fall for this one , she planted the evidence against him. Alexis would cruise home, count her new found  luxuries for the rest of her days. millions were being transferred to her accounts. She would truly live a life to kill for.

there is a positive to every story, even if you gained nothing, something somewhere did, even if only to a miniscule degree.
         with that being said. whenever something unfortunate happens, I immediately try to scourer to find all the benefits, for me, and others. I drop my ice cream the animals have something to eat,  I need to be admitted into ER, a new surgeon may gain experience,   someone dies, they will no longer cost us his space
          While it's true that the last example seemed morbid, it is none the less an "upside" please however, refrain form thinking that I'm an optimist, I'm a Realist borderlineing pessimism. I am part of the debate, forensics, improve teams, I have been trained to think quickly, and logically. In a less dramatic sense, I look at the upside not for the purposes of no longer feeling bad,  but rather more to judge the situation logically.
           Logic involves weighing the pros and cons of any given situation, in the end i do not see the man dying as a good thin because he no longer takes up space, simply that is one of the minor things supporting his death.
          the same works the opposite way, almost everything good has a bad side, a lot of these events  have happened in my life, even after what happened those few Februaries ago,, I can at least say I am wiser of the world

       That Thursday morning had been going so well until I found the neighborhood handyman dead on my workroom floor...

        damn fool, an ill-fated attempt for revenge, he deserved every single one of the bullet holes that now riddled his body. However; to his luck, this would indeed put me in a niche.  the police would soon be arriving, and that's when the shit would hit the fan.
         I go to drag the blood soaked body into my closet. this turned out to be rather fruitless however, there is no way to get a good grip on the fat bastard. the blood on his suit made him slippery than the rat was alive, add the to the tile floor and this was hopless.
          Just then the police sirens came, then the knock on the door. I never knew a deal with the devil could backfire so horrendously. I  grab my shotgun, and wait to for the police to barge in, there's no way in hell they're getting their hands on the box

Post for Monday

Honestly, I'm not sure what interest me most. Writing and creating is fun, but I am yet to experience enough of the world around to fully understand all of its fields. I find astrophysiology an extremely interesting topic, mainly due to its theoretic natures. I find Robotics and other R&D "tech" jobs also incredibly interesting. Once again it's "open minded" qualities are attractive. A job in writing would actually be quite intriguing, much like the other fields, the fact that this line of work entitles a certain ability to think openly
         oppose to many other fields where the job is straight forward or "routine" I prefer a workplace where I may innovate, or create. once again my experience in life is short, so I have not the fortune of knowing for sure I wish to pursue but atleast I have a general idea of what I want the job to be like...more or less.

The Draft

          Of course he hadn’t lived through the Turnover; too alive to remember the horrors that had been committed. As far as the Ranger was concerned he was just another ignorant child who thought too high of his species.   

           “Earths dead” the Ranger coldly  enforced his  standard pessimistic  boldness before continuing “and it shall remain dead for now, and forever.”

“Such absolutisms is what lead to the Colonists takeover of Sol  in the first place.” Alexander retorted his youth lively accompanied his vigor, this however only seemed to vex the Ranger further

“it was The Colonists’ advance technology, and ruthless imperialistic tactics that lead to the Turnover, and near extinction of all human life Inhabitant!” the Ranger barked, the session was already over and they both knew the answer; Inhabitant # 46656: would be denied permission to leave the enclosure, to escape mankinds prison: The Moon

Alexander was going to protest but withdrew into an awkward silence first. A moment to remember just how helpless everyone thought mankind truly was.  it had been nearly half a century since the Colonists and taken control of sol, confining all of mankind to earth's moon. They called this an act of “Mercy” to create a sort of reservation for the lesser beings to exist, for humans, animals, insects, and all other manners of wildlife to exist.

Wildlife, thats what all humans were to them, of course the humans are taught from a young age to be thankful. The alternatives could have been total extermination, or slavery; they definitely firepower to do so. however, Alexander didn’t feel as though this imprisonment was a much better fate.

A prison was a much better term for it anyways, the sky shielded by a dark sphere. rumors spread over what the enclosure wall is made of; some say its metallic, others say its a opaque glass barrier. the only ones certain are those that belong to the maintenance crew, those entrusted to travel outside the walls. Alexander hoped to one day venture out, to join the maintenance corps; he hated looking up to the sky and seeing nothing but a black plane. No stars, sun, nor earth in the background; the only illumination comes from the built in lights that dim periodically to signify curfew.

Indeed this is not the life Alexander would let himself live if living is even what you call it. Alexander returned his look to the Ranger “Sir, what’s the danger of me joining the corps?” there was a slight pause, before the Ranger could respond with the inevitable lecture that would tear every one in sector six a new asshol, Alexander continued. “I know you think I’ll get killed, but isn’t that just it, I’ll die, and I’ll be off your hands.

the ranger took a second, and looked thoughtfully, then he stood up, and stated what Alexander did not think reasonably expectable.

“Inhabitant #46656, your ignorance of the dangers outside poses a danger to us all, I am trying you for treason, from henceforth you shall be assigned permanent constraint within the asylum, do not expect mercy among the marshals.”

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post for that one day i forgot to publish

Alexender C.:

1.) Alexanders best lifetime event would be his recruitment for the insanity project, a  Physical reformation surgery to replace his skin and muscles with iron like density. burned like all hell, but all was successful
2.) not yet, maybe in the future, he has faint memories of a young red headed woman from before the surgery, it always seems to fade though
3. not his place to care, he kills he get money, he fucks bitches, then he gets on his marry way of letting the rest of the world destroy itself in another nuclear holocaust
4. to be undefeatable, the ultimate warrior 

Life would be so much easier if I were a cartoon character...

Life wold be Nightmarishly easier in fact. no need to choose clothes, because you are drawn a wardrobe to wear for all of time.

 no need to to worry about working out, for your physic is drawn for you, to be content with for all of time.

 No need to worry about make up, showers, haircuts, or style because your appearance has been drawn for you, for others to judge for all of time.

 No need to worry about age, because your health has been drawn for you, to remain in stasis for all of time.

No need to worry about love, feelings, or companionship, for your mind has been drawn for you, to  exist thoughtlessly for all of time.

No need to live, for your life has been erased form you, to hate your easy life, for all of time.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You looked at me.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You spoke to me.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You touched my hand.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You turned away.

I did try to explain, but I couldn’t.

But that's the dark side of our mind isn't it.

all ambition no motivation.

truth is I would do anything to be you again

to know what you know

to write what you write

to love all you love, feel all you feel

6 pills a day, yet still you sail away

part of this is bliss, most of this is dis

I miss you more than I know healthy

I want more than I know wealthy

I try to explain what seem so simple

yet I lost more than I though real

post for thursday

 writing prompt is meh, probably gonna skip it today

instead I shall offer the world record holder for hardest Tongue Twister:

The Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick

yea, have fun with that

You’re digging in your backyard when all of sudden you hit something. You can’t tell what it is so you thrust the shovel into the dirt one more time …

      and as the metallic shovel  descends the earth  is a clink and your arms are filled with the warm agony of an electric current, you attempt to scream but your jaw is clenched shut, you are barely able to let out an audible grunt in pain.
       you collapse to the ground, at first your body is still buzzing with the numb tingly-ness from the electricity. you want to move, but your muscles wont let you, they are locked in place. in a few seconds that felt more equivocal to a century, your muscles cease their resistance and slowly return to their normal state
       your still in shock, but will yourself to stand up, what started as setting foundations for your new patio, turned into an evening quite unlike any other you could have expected, reasonably expected at least. As you stand you stare where you now melted shovel hit, or at least should have hit.
        there was a crater now, a blue-ish transparent orb floated, it spun rapidly, was perfectly round, and started to glow, then you heard the whispers

"we are the guardians"
       all your effort spent trying to stand was wasted as you stumble backwards and land on your ass, you mouth ajar, in awe by the transforming orb, growing larger, and more rigid, it turned red then you heard the last words you will ever hear
"we are your saviors"
        the gods always did work in mysterious ways, you should at least feel so lucky that they chose you for their harbinger...you poor, unfortunate, bastard

creative expression is unique as in it can exist in any form, an whomever happens to discover it will intemperate it in any form imaginable (which is an unlimited quantity) all forms have pros, and cons, advantages, and disadvantages.

to narrow it down to a favorite form is nearly impossible, they mostly seem all equally valuable, and enjoyable in their own content. I must admit; however, that forms of expression that may be told throug unique stories that may be held for long extents do indeed hold higher respect in my opinion

An example of this may be something equivocal to the Halo universe, what has originated as a video game in 2001 has expanded into 8 seprate games, over 12 books, 3 graphic novels, multiple soundtracks, multiple sort films expanding duration from as little as 6 minutes to over 4 hours, and add onto that the plethora of fan made props, videos, and alt. story lines  and the final result will be a story that vividly paints a brand new universe. where the creativity never seems to stop, only infinitely expand upon itself.

other shorter examples can be stories like star wars, game of thrones, breaking bad, harry potter,etc. long stories are in my opinion the most impressive form of creativity. its one thing to create, another give birth to a piece that will live a life of its own through.