The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
Everything in neat rows. Never a speck of dust, and heaven forbid, a stain. Each hair, glued perfectly to my head. I can’t stick out among the sea of robots who are just numbly going through the motions of a perfect life.
I am the last historian. All of the others are long gone, because let’s face it. Face what the world wants to bury like a tomb. History is far from perfect. And that is because ...
The Lintiunti, also known as the Ticking Puffball, resembles a large pom pom. This species is native to non-tropical islands with lush greenery. It is made up of many single-celled organisms stuck together like Velcro. When it senses danger, they drop bonds and scatter to the winds, as if they were dandelion seeds blown by a child. These have sharp spines, which usually face inwards, like a revers...
Hey Babe, it’s me. Please, please come home soon… I miss you so much.
Love you forever and always,
Jhos
Hey… sorry it’s been so long. My boss had to keep me longer than I thought to get the big project done. I know, I know, the curiosity is killing you. I wish I could tell you, but they’re all but sworn us to secrecy. It’s huge, and I know you’ll understand in time.
Love you back,
Heli
Wow, it s...
The stars smiled upon us
As if they knew we’d soon join them
The sun’ll cough us out
Chewed up and spat like phlegm
They were pretty tonight
All glistening and kind
But in truth they do us wrong
They make us future-blind
The end is near
The end is coming
So look up at the pretty sky
There’s no point in running
Where would we go
There’s no escape plan
Everything in vicinity, gone
Tis the end of...
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Some call me a psychopath. Others taunt me with names like “Emo Eza” or “Ross the Robot.” It’s fine, though, really. It doesn’t bother me. At least, not that they can tell. My face has been frozen in the same deadpan expression ever since I was a little kid. Ever since the accident.
It happened when I was just shy of six. My babysitter at the time thought it was a great idea for me to go play in ...
Your words wound me deeply
But your silence hurts even more
We both said things we regret
But don’t you dare walk out that door
Somehow I still love you
And when we can’t find it in our hearts to forgive
Maybe we can choose to forget
Instead of being so angry and combative
We pushed each other away
In our foolish quest to be right
And yet we were reckless
I think we did forget something that ni...
de·struc·tion
_noun_
1. the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired.
2. the action or process of killing or being killed.
3. a cause of someone's ruin.
De-
-Struction
Removing structure
Opposite of
Construction
To build
To destroy
Remember Troy?
...
I woke up to flashing lights, which was odd, because I don’t wake easily. There were blurry shapes of firefighters, fully clad in fire gear, milling about on the street below. I rushed to my brothers room, flinging his door open.
“I think there’s a fire, let’s go!” He, still quite groggy, grabbed his to-go bag, and I ran upstairs to warn my parents, too. I shook them awake and pulled back the curt...