They say it’s so that we can all feel we have a purpose. A sense of belonging. A reason to live.

They say before the vocations, people were aimless, slothful, lost. Floating around from one dead end day to day post to another.

Or, they were scrambling over each other, doing anything to get ahead. Sacrificing time with friends and family, all for the sake of a job. As if a title could give them t...

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Ruby glanced around nervously. She did not like this.

She was a Girl Guide. First Lindsay Guides, to be precise. It was late September and Ruby was having a sleepover with her friends (all in Guides) Gemma, Bethany, Hailey, Piper and Jamie when her mom got an email from their guide leader Bluebird about a corn maze challenge. There was a new corn maze in town and Bluebird was ...

"Well, girl?" Sigmond hissed, his black eyes drawing to slits.

I swallowed hard. My gaze fell upon the young mother, her face wraught with a mixture of concerned hope and anxious anticipation. I pried my eyes away from the sleeping infant in her arms.

"The child will live for five years and fourteen days." I said. I dared a glance at the mother and instantly regretted it. Her expression ...

Egh it’s another deranged day of work for Nancy. Nacy despises blood but that what her purpose is everyday to fix people by doing surgery. Nancy is worried because what if someone dies while under during the surgery. She’s confident in her skills but still that doesn’t mean something bad can’t happen. Today she has a very long big surgery and it’s an experimental one that’s never been done before...

How can I be useful in a state such as this?

When everyone from biology is born to be depressed?

Economically burdened

And financially insecure

These times are hard on everyone

I’m sure

The only perfect ones are those in power

Like the president sitting in the White House

Commanding each power

From large fleets to smaller armies

the world doesn’t operate in harmony

When our DNA is a 99% match

H...

TW: needles

In this world, everyone has a purpose.

In this world, you will never be forgotten.

This world? This world is perfect.

I am in this year’s Seventeens. Last year, I was a Sixteen. Last year, I had thought that I would have to wait two more years to receive my Purpose. But in January, they decreed that everyone will receive their Purpose a year earlier, when they’re a Seventeen.

...

Everything I touch dies.

Its what I was made for. My purpose, if you will.

I stand in a cement room, as I do every day, and watch as people are brought in, lined up like cattle for the slaughter. In a perfect world, theres no room for imperfection. I stand at the ready, as a woman in brought infront of me. She is obviously pregnant, holding inside her an unpure being. In a swift move, she falls...

I don’t feel anything for anybody. And for a poor person, I hide it well. Probably due to my arrested development. I live in a nice house, drive a nice car, wear nice clothes, have a nice face, a good physique and a series of scripts memorized for those I help get off the ground.

My mother, a discraced “scientist-turned-bar-fly” jokingly says “you’re short of being a gigolo.” I don’t get it and ...

I hate my life. I hate everything about it. I am a soldier, who is used to “protect” and “save people from harm”. Instead, all I do is kill people. Day after day, blood stains my hands a dark red color. Most of the times, it doesn’t even come off and I have to eat my meals of dry crackers and raw eggs with those blood stained hands. The rare times it does come off, no amount of scrubbing will wash...

There are many people in the world.

Too many people.

And a lot of them are weak, despise their special talent. There still is no cure for diseases like cancer and Alzheimer.

It took me some time to figure out my „talent“. Or at least the specific definition. I noticed quite quickly that if I touched people some of them died within the next day. At first it seemed random but then I figured it o...