He was found in the shower...He was found in the showers, sitting amidst six dead bodies, tearing but not crying. No resistance was offered as the guards picked him up, and dragged him off to a holding cell in the complex. Even now, he word has spread through the prison about the occurrence. Six very strong men found dead around this apparent weakling. How had they died? Not a mark had been found by the investigators, yet all their faces had been frozen in pain and fear beyond imagining. The youth sat quietly in a chair, in the center of the empty room, now. No longer tearing, nor showing any emotion but a steadfast, enduring calm. I knocked authoritatively on t
AeternumShe sat comfortably on a large pillow, water falling softly, peacefully down an artificial waterfall into a large pond. The ceiling high above let the light of the brilliant auroras that were the only source of light this place ever received. It was sufficient. The palace, created out of crystal and rock, was considered by one to be the most beautiful place in the universe. She was the only one who had ever set eyes on this place. It's creator, and only resident.She stood, her hair rolling down her shoulders to fall onto her back, she stepped gracefully, and clumsily, off the pillow onto the cool floor, and left the room, her chambers,
Terrible ChildThey walked into the restaurant. One was an officious looking woman, in her mid thirties. The other was a child, a girl no more than ten, wearing the darkest black imaginable with hair of the same color, her catlike violet eyes contrasting strangely with her slightly pale skin. The child walked up to order, bypassing the line. Protests from the few people there were cut off quickly by the woman, who showed them a badge from some obscure government organization. She apologized, and told them they wouldn't be long. The man at the register started taking the child's order, the child didn't say word, but the man looked to have received res
Musings of MadnessAll of humanities struggles amount to nothing. All this senseless bickering, wars between nations, NOTHING matters.I have left this life, though I still live. A part of me must die, else all must. It doesn't matter.It is my choice, but know that I do not take it lightly. I beg the pardon of those who I leave behind, this may seem inexcusable, but so are many things. It doesn't matter.The life of an individual, no matter how creul, how loving, how loved, how hated, Does matter. But in the end, does it matter?Look at the hoards who have gone before, the millions upon billions of beings who once inhabited this earth. How many of t