by Garry Vakarian
Lately, weird thoughts have been racing through my mind, things I’ve never really been bothered to care about. Up until now.
For a few weeks, I’ve been feeling different, evolving. My inner and outer shell is mutating and I can sense it. However this change is starting to creep me out the more I notice it.
Is my being becoming a better version of me or a hopeless attempt to fit into a new society?
Thinking about that mutagen running inside me questions everything I’ve known so far about myself. It motivates me to be better, proud of myself and accidentally opens up new ventures. The more I get accustomed to it, the more alien I feel. Adjusting to something that’s new is one thing, but when it creates new rifts and paradigms inside you, how do you respond to it? Continue reading
by Hailie Andersen
She sighed at the sight of him. He tried to grab her hand. She dodged his attempt and pulled away. He had betrayed her.
She never asked him to be perfect. Not even kind. All she wanted from him was honesty. Knowing he would never lie to her face.
Even that he could not hold up to. He had lied – over the stupidest thing too. She could not begin to understand why. When she had asked…
Not only had he sunk further into his tangled web of fibs, he had accused her of doing the same. How did he dare pin it back on her? – Dumbstruck.
She stood there for a moment. A few feet away. She could still hear his voice spinning more lies to try and fix his mess. She could feel the pain in his voice…
…Read the despair in his eyes. The disappointment in hers spoke louder than words. She had trusted him. She did not anymore. There was no way back from that. Continue reading
Texte original par françois1986
Léonard était quelqu’un qui avait peur. Peur de l’inconnu, peur de la réaction des gens, peur de décevoir, peur de blesser, peur, peur, peur !
Et puis au fur et à mesure Léonard s’était façonné des masques. Ce n’était pas des masques d’argile ou de plâtre. Léonard ne donnait pas de nom à ses masques mais on peut dire que c’étaient des masques d’émotions.
Car au début Léonard montrait tout. C’était un livre ouvert. Il n’y avait aucune protection. Et puis Léonard s’est mis à vivre des choses. Des choses qui l’ont bouleversé. Bien sûr les Autres lui disaient c’est la vie, c’est rien, c’est comme ça. Mais pour Léonard c’était le pire qui puisse lui arriver. Continue reading
Texte original par francois1986
Karkant regardait ses graphiques quand Lorka entra dans la pièce.
-Alors Kark, qu’as-tu découvert sur cette planète ?
-A en juger par les analyses, elle est habitée d’êtres intelligents. Cependant les analyses préconisent également un code Torrol.
-Un code Torrol ? Tu en es sûr ? Le dernier date de cent mille ans, quand nous avons détruit la civilisation télémonienne. Et il a été utilisé car les télémoniens prévoyaient de détruire la moitié de notre peuple et d’asservir le reste. Sans ça, il n’est pas utilisé, c’est pour ça que le simple fait qu’il soit préconisé me paraît étrange. Continue reading
Two Lost Souls
By Vinnie Dime
Two lost souls
Sitting next to each other
Wondering if they are
Made for one another
“He’s got to make a move
This is how it works
He’ll do something
If he really likes me” Continue reading
Instead of You
Always there for one another.
Born a day apart from each other,
A thousand steps. A block away.
A bond stronger than anyone can say.
We were nothing alike. Yet, when we were together,
We were two peas in a pod. At six, we pinky swore
We’d have each other’s back. No matter what.
Life went on, and thirty years later. Continue reading
Letter to the Sheriff
People think we are just wicked and mean,
But we are desperate.
We have never seen anything come our way.
People think we are lazy and we cannot shoulder hard work,
Nor long cold hours staring at a moving screen.
Clearly they have never planned a coup.
I have been sitting by this house for days,
Trying to establish a pattern, a routine of some kind,
But there is nothing predictable about these guys.
I feel like I am wasting my time.
This short will never happen. We are lacking data,
And manpower to make sure it is safe.
There is always a risk. The key is to minimize it.
The best guys in the business
Hell, the best in history are born planners.