Kate walked into the dusty, old office to find James sitting in a rusty old brown chair with a journal opened up sitting upon the wooden desk and a writing pen in his hand. He seemed to look stumped on something.

“Hey!” Said Kate, walking over to sit on the desk. There was only one chair in the office and James was using it. James didn’t respond to Kate’s greeting. “Hello?” She said waving her hand in front to James and snapping to try and get his attention. “Uh, what? Oh hello Kate!” James said in surprise scratching his head. Kate rolled her eyes. “What are you up to?” “Nothing much, I’ve just been think…” James stopped in the middle of his sentence and got out of his seat and walked to the other side of the office. “I have got it! I think I know what to say!” “You’ve got what?” “I have made up a new word that’s I’ll help with the way we talk for the rest of time!” “What is it?” Kate asked looking a bit concerned for her friend. “The word is…’and.’” “‘And?’” “Yes, ‘and!’ It’s perfect!” “What would you use it for anyways James?” James took a deep breath. “Well Kate, the word ‘and’ is her to connect words of the same part of speech!” Kate looked confused, and she was concerned. “Did you bump your head on something?” She asked. James was offended that she would think that. “No! Anyways, before you leave, just give this new word a chance. Like for an example you could say, ‘I went to the part today and I also got ice there!’” He said I’m excitement. “You’ve gone crazy man! Like why would you ever name it… ‘and?’” “Well, um, it rhymes with man and a man named it?” James guessed. “Man and ‘and’ don’t rhyme.” “You just used ‘and’ in a sentence!” James laughed! Kate rolled her eyes and made her way out of the office. “Where are you going?” Ask James. “I’m leaving! You’re crazy!” “Already. Oh and could you spread the news about the new word ‘and?’” Kate huffed and walked out shutting the door. “Ha! I just used it again,” James said smiling in disbelief that he had make a new word up that would change the world.

“We should make a new word; Speaking is kind of hard,” a peasant said to nobility walking past.

In harsh tongue, a noble in red garment says, “Is that so peasant? Why?”

“Narrator is having a hard time writing this,” peasant replies.

“Who are you talking about? Huh?”

“Fine, I’ll create a word we need!” He pauses for about ten minutes, and that person in red garments waits for an answer. “Yes! We can use ‘the’, and it is a great word. Here is how you use it; The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. It is so easy!”

“That is the part of speech we need,” says the noble man taking his time to understand the new wording. He announces with heart, “I shall spread word of the new word! God be with you peasant, and keep eating thy dirt.”

“Thank you! And, will do,” The peasant says groveling to the ground. He puts his lips to the earth.

Yummy.

There has to be a word for it, Leo thought. Draped in linen damask, the sumptuous table was laden with heady red roses and platters of food. Guests, the wealthiest and most influential noble folk of Evermore, gathered round Leo’s table. Talk and laughter filled the air. Leo tried to catch the eye of Arabelle, his beloved , at the table’s opposite end. His wife was chatting with Lord Someone or Other and Leo only spied her creamy shoulder between the leaves of an overblown floral arrangement. Leo wondered if he should make a toast or chat up Lady What’s Her Face who was seated to his left. But the fine lady was shrieking giddily to the Archduchess of Whatever. Leo downed his red wine, dark and a little bitter. Leo pondered the dregs in the bottom of his crystal goblet. He remembered when he only drank his fine claret alone with his books and thoughts his only companions. His manse was his home and his cage. Long rides along the heath, collecting first editions, Leo enjoyed his life before love. But over the years his solitude weighed on his shoulders. He wanted the things, those feelings, that he had read about. Arabelle had been a gift. Leo picked out his love’s voice above the din. Leo smiled to himself. A servant refilled Leo’s glass. He drank deeply. Arabella brought warmth to his cool heart and her light made his old family mansion come alive. She was everything Leo wasn’t. Lady What’s Her Face was talking to him while deftly caressing his thigh. Leo shifted away and pretended to be interested in the guest to his right. Dropping his gruff countenance, Leo turned up his charm. The servants began to clear the table. Through the remains of a monumental asparagus salad, Leo peeped his wife still laughing, always laughing. She was the bell of the land and brought so many, many different things to his world. Of course their life together was wonderful. It was only the dessert course. The candles glowed brightly. Next would be the cheese, then cigars and ports with the gentleman, and then back with the ladies, and someone would play that damned concertina. Vanilla wafted into the dining room. Everyone applauded the massive baked Alaska. There has to be a word for it, Leo thought, this kind of happiness.

New World Order fulfilled for peace No sign of destruction or evil people No one doubts their lifestyle Nor sign of judgmental people This new world is created for the Loving, honest people that's Not scared to show their love For people, so the next generation Can live in a beautiful world Beautiful skylines bring Hope and joy to the people Fuck it lose my train of thought A great new world is for the better No drama or wars just love to Spread from me to you

“What is this?” I glanced up from my squatting position over an oddly shaped plant.

“Hmm.” Jackal leaned down beside me. His dark brown gaze analyzing the flower curiously. “My guess is some kind of mushroom. But no name comes to mind. How unusual.” His eyes grew distant as he tried to place the name.

I giggled.

“Your the god of death.not flowers goof.”

He grinned playfully. A rare site for me.

“May I?” Will had moved behind him. Jackal stood, backing into a tree. Will crouched. His hand gently grazing the hot green surface. I scanned his face eagerly. Anything on Astrix was fascinating to me. “How interesting.”

“What?” I bounced anxiously on my legs.

“This plant is foreign to Astrix.” Will raised his hands. A scroll appeared, shimmering as words flew up on the page. To fast for me to read. The few gold words I did catch were strange names. None I recognized but I had a feeling they were different species. “Kyoun” passed, confirming this. “There is nothing here matching this fungus.”

“Cool!” I clapped, a grin brightening my eyes. “A new species?”

“That would be exciting. Except we must consider the effects this might have on the surrounding wildlife.” Will touched it again. Blue eyes glowing with light.

I loved hearing how much he cared for the Forest. A twinge of guilt flickered in my chest. I should be the one to do that. I was the heir to the Forest Territory after all.

“From what I can tell this fungi reacts just as those on earth.” Will pulled away. A quill appeared in his free hand before scribbling his findings.

“So is that a good thing?” I tilted my head. Anxiety thrumming in my chest.

“Yes.” Will beamed down at me.

I sighed in relief. Unaware that I was holding my breath.

“This type collects carbon, water, and other nutrients and feed them into the trees. As well as other plants.”

“Okay Google.” I teased. “Should we give it a name?”

“That is a great idea.” Will stood, scroll disappearing, and leaned against a pink tree. Glittering, pink leaves sparkled from high above. “Why don’t you decide.”

“Hmm.” I reached out, touching the soft, bumpy surface. The feeling reminding me of the foamy clay I’d used once at school. I had a feeling trying to sculpt with it would only end in pieces.

A humdra, green cockroach body, orange dragonfly wings, and features, flew up to me. I sat back, shooing it away. Once gone I realized there was a strange oder. I sniffed my hand, recoiling in disgust.

“Yuck.”

Will smirked. I giggled.

“Alright. Well…” Letters scattered through my mind. Random words formed and shattered as I searched for the right weird one to give it. My eyes widened when one in particular caught my attention. “How about amosapoo.” I smiled over at them.

“Interesting.” Jackal made a sour face.

Will chuckled.

“What is your inspiration?” His scroll reappeared. He scribbled the name down.

“You know how we eat ambrosia.” I asked. They nodded. Eyes glittering in awareness. “And it smells gross. So amosapoo!”

“Interesting.” Jackal chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Very well.” Will grinned, writing more things down. “There. Amosapoo.”

I giggled. He couldn’t keep from smiling when he said it. His scroll dissolved then we continued on our adventure.

Love was a new word that was invented. No one had ever loved before, but now there was a word for it. “I love you, honey!” Guy said. “What does this mean?” Girl inclines. “It means you are special to me.” Guy explains “This is quite perplexing.” “How so?” “I have no idea who you are!” The guy gets sad and never loves again.

Jump cut to another couple. The boy exclaims “darling, i love you!” The girl shouts “thats nice.” And then they hugged. But the boys hug was just a little too strong, so the girl went unconscious. Her love faded as fast as her life. The boy got scared and called the ambulance. “Help! My loved one is damaged!” The boy stated. “Im sorry sir, can you repeat who is hurt?” The 911 operated retorted with a devilish smile. “My loved one!” “Love is not a word!” “Well it is now! I love her!” “Awww. Well it seems like you two are truly in love :)” The operator hangs up and the boy feels fuzzy inside. The end!

It’s been a day since we’ve left, and I’m already restless. I check for a green light, making sure it’s completely safe to wander around the small living area, before I plop myself onto a couch and go to the first channel on the little TV a few feet from me. At first, it plays nothing but a black and white mess and the crackle of static, but clears to reveal a middle aged woman with a perfect helmet of curled blonde hair. Her reporter’s voice is robotic: as of today, Cohort 3482 is the first group of humans ever to launch a Mars Living mission— The message is cut off, and the screen goes dark. I turn my head and find another crew member I can’t name clutching the remote, with her finger still hovering over the off button. “Can’t believe they’re still broadcasting that same message. Ugh, I’m so sick of it.” She flips through stations until she finds a cartoon. Whereas most of the crew is through with the press, paparazzi, and whatever coverage snuck of us that’s now plastered over every channel, I can’t stop watching it. I can’t stop. I’m on a rocket plummeting through space, hurtling in an endless void of nothing, reminding me how small I am, reminding me of my insignificance. Insignificant. I was, of course, until the Mars Living team, a branch off of NASA, finished their thousand-year project plan; making a foreign rock, so far from our home on earth, inhabitable. And somehow, in all of that, I ended up here, on one of the three ships carrying a total of 302 volunteers. The Santa Maria, carrying a third of the crew, will be my home for the next seven months, until we reach what people call the New World. And maybe there, after all these years, I will finally be able to find what I haven’t on earth. A purpose. A will. A volition, pushing me to rise in the morning rather than ignoring the sun until the moon replaces it once again. They call it the New World. A fresh start. Then again, they said the same about Columbus.

As soon as we turn the corner, he sees it and freezes. A second later his hand comes flying up, covering his eyes. He turns around, trying to walk away, unable to process what he’s seeing.

Sam! Come on!

No way. No way you did that.

Let’s go find out.

I pull him along with me, and we near the edge of the pool.

How did you do this?

You told me that you had the same dream since you were in kindergarten and didn’t expect me to make it real?

It has literally never crossed my mind to do it for real.

Well, here we are.

This is amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He exclaims, he pulls me in close to him, but his eyes don’t leave the scene in front of him.

I’ll admit, I’ve done a pretty good job on this one.

Right there, in the middle of his parents pool, is a table, with two chairs that aren’t exactly thrones but come close enough to meeting the description. And the only thing on the table, is a giant plate of spaghetti and a bottle of sprite.

We walk across the little bridge that was installed with the table and sit in our thrones.

This is insane. This is just unbelievable. You literally made my wildest dream come true.

I thought it sounded like a good idea. I shrug.

His eyes are absolutely glowing with joy, nothing could make me happier. He’s been through so much, his goals and plans ripped away from him. When I asked him what his biggest dream was, I hadn’t meant it literally. But as soon as he answered and told me about this vision of his, I knew what I had to do.

This is beyond my dreams, this is the best pool throne spaghetti and sprite meal I could’ve ever imagined.

I think you need a better name for it.

How about a spool?

Like a spool of thread?

No like spaghetti in the pool.

Mmm, no.

Okay, the a ream.

A ream of paper?

A real dream.

But it’s just dream without the d.

Okay, what about. He thinks for a minute, a mripow.

A what? I ask, laughing.

A mripow.

What is that supposed to be?

It’s just a word, that five minutes ago, had no meaning. Now, it means being in a moment and realizing it’s a dream come true. A mripow.

How would you use that in a sentence?

You would say, I’m having a mripow. Or this is a mripow. I don’t know, whatever feels write in the moment.

Whatever you say, enjoy your mripow.

Thank you, seriously. No one has ever done something so kind for me.

I would do anything for you.

It’s now time for the bride and groom to exchange their vows, which they’ve prepared themselves. Samuel, you’ll go first.

I turn back to Adam, who hands me the small book Emma bought me to write my vows in, and open it to the first page. I didn’t write my vows there, but Emma did write my name with a heart so I just smile at her handwriting for second and smile, then I flip the page and take a deep breath.

Emma. I smile at her and she nods at me. I’ll be okay. Emma, I’ve loved you since I was 17 years old. You’ve been such a bright light in my life, you’ve shown me who I am as a person. You’ve made me the man I am today. I promise you, or I vow to you I guess I’m sorry I forgot to use the word vow.

She laughs and gently rests her hands on my shaky ones holding the small book.

Emma I promise you that I’ll always love you, that I’ll always get you pancakes when you’re sad, and Jess’ popcorn when you’re happy. When you’re overwhelmed, I’ll take you kayaking, when you’re overjoyed we’ll just drive. It’s no surprise to anyone here that you and I have had our ups and downs. We’ve been separated by hundreds of miles at times, and at others just by our own stubbornness. But at the end of the day there’s never been anyone who’s ever known who I am as a person like you do. There’s never been anyone who could comfort me, or read, or love me like you do. This moment is our mripow.

Her vows are obviously very similar. That is all thank you very much.

Neato, Digway, Daddy-o, Coolcat, was a group of words we used to express how cool we thought we were. Hippie, headbands, peace signs and free love, listening to Rock and Roll, pure fun and we were fearless. Well we still use the words now in our life as we watch Woodstock. We still pray for world peace as we Listen to the Rock and Roll of yesteryear.

Pepquackery: who doesn’t know what a pepquackery is. They are so friendly, and the babies are so cute. Honestly a friend for life.

Off course some people are allergic to the feathers. Which Is sad. Some people are allergic to the fur. Which is also sad. Truly a nightmare to be bared from befriending one.

I of course have 3 of them. One named sprinkles, one named Ghost because she’s hairless and translucent.and lastly FieFia who’s my gigapepquackery.

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Pepquackery: a pepquackery is a large feathered lizard like duck. The average pepquackery is about the same size as a kangaroo. Some are small enough to fit on one’s shoulders. Some more so match the size of a school bus. The smaller breeds of pepquackerys have this distinct difference from there larger counter parts. That being the ones under two feet tall have hollow bones thus making them more fragile of critter but they can flutter and jump nearly three stories high. A pepquackery likes to sleep as low to the ground as possible. Some even learned to burrow. Why is still a mystery. Overall a pepquackery is one of if not the most docile and friendly creature discovered to date. Though more research is necessary they are safe to be around humans.