(I’m just using this prompt to get an idea down, so the poem has nothing to do with it.)

Sometimes I feel

Like a pencil

With no eraser

I’ll scribble down

My words

Only to see the wrongs later

I say and do

Things without thinking

Hopeing I don’t do something I shouldn’t have

Then when I later look

And see what I’ve done

Do I realize the wrong

And when I realize

I try to erase

And fix what ...

Star wars

Old Lore

Modern ways

Battle haze

Star cruiser

The loser

Darth Vader

Life hater...

Spiked Wheel Restaurant set cozily in center of a spiderweb hedge maze. The writer had researched the Brotherhood of Truth exhaustively. Pixel by pixel, the Order’s virtual headquarters was a copy of Saint Catherine Alexandrine. Mediation in each green step, the boxwood smelled real, like mint and cat piss.

Per the Order’s restrictions, the writer was dressed in a plain muslin habit. Like an ac...

I always found it funny how our city worked. Over the past years, we have developed some of the greatest technologies the world has ever seen. Our leaders are on the earlier side of life. But they still upheld our rules and traditions.

This is where it gets interesting. Some of the traditions involve things you would never imagine our people still celebrate these things.

But I love it. It connects...

Even with progress in different areas, the history and traditions of cities have not evolved much from their original state. While there is a push to protect cultural practices, advancements in technology can sometimes impede cultural growth. The environment in which one is raised has a lasting effect on their identity, despite external influences. While culture seeks to maintain its traditions, t...

I was ashamed of my father as I saw him walking into the sea of people all holding stones.

The jumbotrom blipped on to put more attention on my father (as if he needed more already)

He chose not to acknowledge me as he walked past out of fear of embarrassment. I was at least grateful for that.

But now I had to watch him endure one of the most brutal and unrefined tradition when you comment a ...

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“You are the chosen one,” it said on the screen.

At 12 years old, the town elder came and took a sample of your blood.

This sample was then fed into a complex supercomputer that analyzed 46 trillion datapoints. Based on these datapoints, it determines your life path.

“How can I be the chosen one? There’s nothing interesting about me,” he thought to himself.

Anc...

The klingon city rose into the heavens. it’s metallic green angular oblong shaped structures dot the landscape like pyramids gleaming in the desert heat.

Polluted dusty metallic structures wind batters the landscape.

Silhouette of a bird of prey and its engines sort above and as it attracted as wings hovered in position over the city.

Flying cars flew overhead quad copters and gyrocopters taxi an...

“Customers insisted that they needed something sturdy,” Mr. Thane explained. “The monitors were cold, unwelcoming. They wanted to visit a real place.”

Mr. Thane and I stood on what we euphemistically called Bone Hill. Its real name, the business name, was the Garden of Perpetual Rest.

My parents both died in the pandemic of ‘35. We put their vids on pretty metal dongles and hooked them into the...

Detective Deborah Soulstar leaned against the cold granite wall of the precinct, her eyes tracing the flickering neon signs outside. Ardenia had changed—its pulse now driven by algorithms and data streams—but some things remained constant. Like the weight of guilt in a suspect's eyes.

Brian Corner, the soccer coach, sat across from her. His hands trembled, betraying the calm facade. "I didn't kil...