(Disclaimer: Creative Writing, Dark Fiction) I should've killed you when I had the chance, and it would've been a clean shot from where I was standing. I should've killed you, but I didn't. It was an unusually warm winter's night when autumn jackets would've sufficed, and you were all loitering on the street waiting for … Continue reading I Should’ve Killed You
After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing of my travel journeys. Those were able to live vicariously through my shared experience. But then there … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part III)
A king's crumb The pauper's pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers, only to rule the People whose integrity was entirely disregarded merely hours prior. Councillors, they converse with … Continue reading From Kings to Paupers
Uttering utter confusion Amazed by a maze Staring at the stairs Sloping down a slope 'Round the globe Motions, emotions Firing the firer Projections of projects projected projectilely Generations generating generators Theorists theorizing theoretical theories Illusionists eluding the elusive illusions eluded by allusion alluded to allure Allure, lure Polarized polarities polarizing Trail-blazers blazing trails Unasked … Continue reading Uttering Utter Confusion
(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me -- it really does depend which era of me you know, now, doesn't it? Let's try this again. For those of you who have known me in the … Continue reading It’s Good to Be Back
"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask
What are we? We are a generation. A generation of dreamers who are told to walk when we can fly. A generation of poets who speak of nothing but truth. A generation of scholars who are censored through education. A generation of learners who know nothing and everything. A generation of thinkers whose thoughts we … Continue reading What Are We?
This story is inspired by Huxley's Brave New World and Sid Meier's Civilization V: Brave New World. He swung his rucksack over his shoulder and pulled the door shut behind him as he left the house, once again ready to fly solo into the battlefield. It was an average sunny morning with nothing new except his thoughts and … Continue reading The Change