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The Two that are OneThe world weeps blood,
But I pass through,
The sinner of the land.
I broke our law,
Now that's on you,
Forsaken from my clan.
I accepted my fate,
I'm one of the few,
I have scars that just won't mend.
I'm bleeding now,
You will be too,
But death is not the end.
Elona, Sam and AdamShe saw the cloud,
And saw the light,
And then she feared the North Men's might.
For should they show,
What they wield,
Then the species soon would yield.
Beware the mushrooms,
In the sky,
Beware the flowers,
They will die.
Fear the Hand,
And Fear the Mind.
Fear the Soul,
And fear their Kind.
Elona laughs from up above,
Because she fears no more.
For she is dead,
Like the town,
But they'd been dead before.
Sam and Adam do not cry.
They do not fear.
They do not die.
They do one thing,
And that is lie.
For the greater good.
That's what they say,
Because they know,
We held the power,
And let it go.
So now they lie,
And now they cheat,
Because they think they should.
Our leaders, our soldiers, our tools.
Their weapons, their testers, their fools.
For we have known,
What they can do.
And we have done one thing,
Ensured our future's filled with death,
While Sam and Adam sing.
Who am I? ch. 2Like I said, I was looking for a job. I didn't have a lot of hope though. You see, when McDonald's turn you down, you have nowhere to go. Oh, hey, did you know that in, like Missouri or Massachusetts maybe, there ARE no McDonald's? I KNOW!! Crazy stuff! Anywhere, and no, that's not how you use the word, I was putting in an application for one of those places. Y'know, with the stuff. Whatever. Well, I was-- WAIT! A laboratory!!! YEAH! What up! God, listen to me, be a douche. Where was I?
... Hmmm..... WHERE WAS I!! Do you know? No? Well, you.... suck! I'm sorry, I don't mean it. I'm just aggravated. Now I remember! So I was working for one of those science guys. OH NO! I ruined it! Okay, well here it is in a nutshell. There was an accident and I saved the guy's life. I know, right? Woulda been a good story, right? But NO! I had to ruin it! There was gonna be exposition and character devolopment and, oh yeah, a new character!!! Damn, well her name is Sara and she's the scientits d
Who am I? Ch. 1Who am I? Hm. "Who am I?" That's a question I've been asking myself a lot lately. You see, I've had a lot of bad luck. And I mean a lot. Now before I tell you about that, and I promise I will, I need you to know about me. Trust me, it's important. And besides, if you're bored just run along for a little bit and come back later. You might be able to catch up, I don't know you, but you might. Okay, first things first, why do they say that? I mean, of course it is! No! No. No, story. Tell the story, that's what the people came here for. Oh, side note, if I get on a bunny trail just shout at me to get back to the story. Now, I used to be your average twenty-something New Yorker, kinda like in Friends but no laugh track. Then came, dot dot dot, the accident! Bum buh duh dee doo! Hey, sorry about that, it's just that I want some music for this, and you're, well, reading it sooo... Y'know what? Go to YouTube or your iPod or whatever and put on "When You Were Young" by The
The Blackness of Space Ch. 9James looked down at Jo. He looked back up at Eric.
"Is she gonna be okay?" he asked.
Eric shrugged, "I honestly have no idea, I'm not an MD or anything. The best bet we've got is to get her back to Earth"
James raised an eyebrow, "I thought we were thousands of light years away."
"We are," Eric nodded, "But if I can get down to the engine room I might be able to fix the problem and get us back home."
"Well then," James said,"let's head out."
They traveled for an hour, making their way through the large ship. And yet they were no closer to their destination, or so Eric felt. Not only were they covering a large amount of ground, but the ship was also scorchingly hot. For an hour there had been silence, but not anymore.
"What in God's name was THAT?" said James.
Eric was worried, "I don't know, but do you want to stick around to find out?"
"Not really, no."
But just then a man came out of he shadows. But there was something wrong with this man. He looked sick for one, ver
The Blackness of Space Ch. 8Eric wiped the sweat from his brow. There were no working clocks in the cockpit, but Eric estimated that it had been about four hours since he started operating on Joanna. She was resting now, and Eric couldn't help thinking that, despite the fact that he had been guessing his way through the whole thing, he did a good job. The metal, which Eric was spinning in his left hand, had come out easily enough. Normally, Eric would have thought doing something like he was doing now, would be somehow morbid, but now he would do anything to break the dullness.
Eric put himself to his feet so fast he pulled a muscle. Now he held the metal as a weapon. It had pierced someone once, it could do it again.
Suddenly a voice came through the door.
"Hello?! Is anyone in here?!"
It was Killre. Eric braced himself.
"Jo and I are in here!" Eric waited for an answer. Eventually one came.
"Well let me in, Horrer!" Eric did so begrudgingly. Suddenly there was a fist on his jaw!
"You bastard," James K
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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