Thoughtless WandererI can’t remember how I got here or why I am here. I just know that after forever the blinding pain made me dull and senseless. I was blind and frozen, and had long stopped feeling inside. The only thing I was aware of was the slimy ground beneath my feet and the low gravity. I could float but at the same time I felt like I was being crushed. By some mercy the human mind was programmed with defense mechanisms against itself. If the mind was bombarded with too much trauma the brain would shut off. But after a while I couldn’t remain asleep and so the only comprehension I had was the fact that I could move my legs. So I walked foreve
Infested Garden There’s nothing quite as annoying as going away for a little while and coming back to find your garden infested with pests. And not just any kind of pest; great big smart ones. Where did these boogers come from anyway? My chief of staff wondered if they had come from a neighboring garden but after inquiry none of the neighbors had encountered them before. We suspected they evolved from some other familiar species but the only candidate proved to be incompatible so that remained a mystery. I got with my staff and we reviewed our options:Pesticides.Hemisphere rotation.Destroying the garden and starting from scratch.All options we came up with were expensive and would damage our garden. We decided to sit and observe them and see what the nature of them was. It didn’t take long to see a possible solution. My chief of staff comes to me and reports that more often than not the pests mate for life and in some cases they choose less than two mates. H
Sword of HeritageOnce upon a cold winter night, earth held its breath in the silence. The full moon glowed an eerie light upon the snow. Pines bent low with the heavy weight of ice; the mountains slept under ancient white glaciers. The silence here hurt your ears. Nothing had tread here for many years, nothing but the wild residence that now lay in deep slumber. But on this night, a stranger wanders, a yellow light coming from his torch. White wisps of breath rise from his mouth; his boots crunch in the snow. His back bears a precious burden, one not meant for peace. It's blade gleams in the light, the jewels that grace the hilt sparkle like the stars. Heavy is this man's heart but fear grips it harder. He knows this land very well; he had wandered its hills many times. "Must find a hiding place for it." His mission was clear in his mind. The sword of his heritage must be hidden from those who would seek to use it for evil. It had already taken many lives for the sake of good. But now all his brothers
Ivan Stole My Spoon(See artist notes)Well, even though I lost my spoon I used it only as much as I remembered to. I ate every meal with just that cheep flimsy plastic spoon and it was a pain. Then one day on the way to school a man dressed in heavy winter clothes came and snatched my spoon right from my pocket. I broke into a dead run chasing him down. he ran forever and ever so I stole a motorcycle and continued my pursuit. We went clear across North America and over the northern ice cap clear into Russia. There he jumped into a time machine and I jumped on top of it. I wasn't about to let him steal my spoon! He went several decades back in time. He then ran into a work camp and into one of the barracks. When I entered there were tons of people inside eating sludge. I checked every single person and their spoon till I found mine and I shouted at him, "Hey, that's my spoon! Mrs. Hunter will kill me if I don't bring it back!" he spoke only in Russian so I found one guy that spoke English to translate and
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