There wasn't much left of the little town Milpitas. And at this point, the remains here are probably the small crawl space my parents used to store wine and whiskey. Actually, Scotch, my dad would have my neck if I said it was Whiskey. All that could be left over was what was underneath the surface. The rest... was just nothing. It was a barren wasteland. The sky was rusted red, filled with the st...

As if nails scratched on a chalkboard, their vocal cords were being torn to shreds. The shrill and volume of this laugh came out of nowhere. It made rooms quiet, people stare and gasp by the sharp cackle that would emanate through the confined space. They would release the laugh, then gasp for air over and over against. Almost hyperventilating, but could catch enough breath to keep the laugh going...

“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger.”

“Leave.”

“You can’t just ignore what you have fallen into, Michael.”

“Leave now or the consequences will match the crime, Sarah.”

He made eye contact with the guards near the door, indicating to take her out of the room to the dungeons below. Sarah saw this and began to yell even louder.

“You were supposed to be different from them! You w...

though i am the sound in your head

you know nothing of me

you know nothing of the way my hair lays on my head if at all

nor do you know the length of my nose

you know nothing of how my voice cracks when excited

and yet you think you know my voice

the only voice you hear is the one in your head

we will never be able to describe the voice in our head the way we intend

because our voices are from d...

I would have never figured that water, H2O, a human being’s life source, would be this alien species poison. Just a drop of it will burn their skin almost like acid. Yet, to them, acid is just considered a dressing of some sort. An option to put on the side with their food. I wouldn’t even call it that to be quite honest, that stuff looks rancid and took them way too long to figure out that it was...

happy birthday dad,

who’s laughter made us glad,

that while the world would crumble,

your love would never fumble,

among the cracks and debris of those who needed to be humbled.

we were left to fend for ourselves,

yet the lessons you gave weren’t how to spell,

but how to love and appreciate life,

since the world we are in reeks of spite,

happy birthday dad,

you never taught me how to be mad,

so ...