He poured himself a cup of coffee and settled into the chair and table set on his porch. Getting up he grabbed his computer bag from the living room, and returned to the porch. He took his computer out and began editing pictures he had taken.

The air was cool, fresh, and damp. It was spring air, his favorite kind. The birds were in full bloom that day and the trees sang as the wind rustled inbet...

The crowd below the terrace shouts: “führer!”

The skies above sigh rays of slight and sun;

That engulf the man upon the stage;

In that he’s blinded from reality—

The wind howls in vengeance for what he’s done,

And from the ashes his posterity;

And yet he cannot hear nor see...

I find;

There cannot be;

A greater love than that;

To fray the strings of slavery; for,

thy young...

“I hope you don’t imagine,” he began soberly to the men seated before him, “that you will be able to save yourselves.”

The armored men remained silent; if they had no helmets one might have thought they were exchanging glances. The whirring of the helicopter’s blade could be heard droning in the backgroud— pulsating. The helicopter itself, on the inside, was spacious with steel walls and...

It reeked of powder and perfume. The lights kept flickering as if they would break any moment. The walls were grimy, and nextway a few vanities were situated. The dressing room was desolate for all but two. A woman with a mature face and blonde hair sat across from a young redhead that was brushing her hair. They sat on a vanity facing each other. All that could be heard was their voices, and the ...

The cafeteria was bustling with activity. The air was cold and the lights were bright enough to seer my eyes. Persons of every height, weight, and race scurried through the aisles like birds who had some important business. I scurried with them, lunchbox in hand. I looked around to find a place to sit, but then I caught sight of a man sitting in the corner with brown hair. He wore a blue shirt wit...

The fuse is lit—

A crackle flies; so rises the explosion—

A shot is fired; from without

and from within—

So the cannons fire myriads of deadly

song; shouting tunes of

Those who passed along—

And their destruction...