The Way It Is

The Way It Is

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I am not from this planet. Hell, I am technically not from this galaxy. However, that doesn't change the fact I am here now, and my job is to save what I can on this forsaken planet and what's left of its inhabitants. The problem is that not everyone wants to be saved. I know what you're thinking. You can't save those who don't want to be saved. I bloody well agree. The ones who sent me don't care what you or I think, though. All they care about is numbers. They need a certain success rate to continue to get funding for their "expeditions" and "peacekeeping" efforts. I use both terms loosely here. However, that's what they put on their records, and it's what sounds good and looks suitable to their investors. So this is the way it's going to be. So be it!Oh, did I forget to mention the Universe decided I was the lucky girl to help find the one person who could save us all from self-destruction? Yea, that is a shitty idea, but once again, no one cares what I think.…

Flux

Flux

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The world changed. Gone are the days of drawing and dreaming of high school boys. What used to be childhood fantasies have come to life, birthed from deep in the earth to crawl their way up from no one knows where, causing destruction, death and chaos.Over the years Aiya's life was turned into something she both loved and hated. Her brother Marvin seemed made for the new world, even with its ever changing rules for survival. The question is whether the constant shifts in weather, new species (or monsters) and the alliances between people would ever stop changing and will Aiya and Marvin live to see that day.Errend wasn't sure who he could trust. He had a secret that desperately wanted to share yet humans had an uncanny ability to seem sincere to your face and then in the same heartbeat turn around and sell you out. However, without the help of Aiya and Marvin, he may have died long ago. Perhaps it was time to take a leap of faith.…

Shorts

Shorts

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Shorts - possible writing prompts for the future. Dreams on paper. My twisted subconscious brought to life through words and readers.…