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Ultrapathic

We all stood, crowded in the cell in the belly of the Dawn Slayer as it sliced its way through the dark void of space. Albany's elbow dug into my ribs, and Kitty was crushed against my chest.

"I should have known," Gabriella lamented, "that Roman would betray us! I'm a Forerunner! I'm supposed to be able to see this stuff before it happens!"

"It wasn't your fault, you know," Chris soothed. "You didn't know, and none of us had any reason to distrust him."

"He saved my life," Jenny inserted.

"Speak of the devil..." I muttered, watching the door at the far end of the metal corridor slide noiselessly open.

We silenced, and I could see tears forming in Gabriella's eyes at the thought of the betrayal that Roman had pulled on us. We were now in the hands of our worst enemy.

"So," Roman drawled, smiling wolfishly as he surveyed us, "I've got the dreaded Warrior Elite and the Shadow Elite. How nice. Now, which one shall I question first?!"

Chris' fingers curled up into fists, and beside me, Albany stiffened, driving her elbow deeper into my ribs. I winced, but thought it wise not to say anything to the ultrapathic teen.

Zoe shoved her way to the front of the cell, which was no easy task seeing it was crammed with over twenty of us, and she was rather small to begin with it. "You betrayed your best friend! And now you do this?! Roman, you don't have to do this!"

Roman rolled his eyes. "Will we ever get past those little cliche phrases?"

"I mean it." Zoe's sharp green eyes shot daggers at him. "I can cause you quite a world of pain for it too."

"You're in a cell that blocks telepathic abilities; I'm not worried," he replied calmly. He scanned our faces, ignoring the open hate and disgust that was there. "You."

He was pointing at Kitty.

My sister.

"No," I said, firmly.

He pretended he hadn't hear me. "What's that, Blue Jay?"

"I said no," I repeated calmly. Inside, my heart was thumping faster and there was a pounding in my ears. Albany's elbow dug deeper into my ribs, and Kitty pressed back into my chest even more.

"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter," and he reached in and pulled Kitty out.

I couldn't stop him; all of my telepathic abilities were blocked.

Or could I do something?!

I pulled the oldest--and possibly cheesiest--play in the book, and stuck my foot in the door. Instantly, every single bone in my foot was crushed by the automatic, steel door. But it stopped the door.

Wincing in pain, and worry for my sister making me strong, Albany and Ryker helped me shove back the door and I limped through.

Albany gave a yelp and the door slammed shut again. It was just me against Roman. And he had a knife to my sister's throat.

"Get back in the cell."

"No. Don't you dare touch my sister!"

He pressed the knife closer against her throat, and a small thread of red showed.

"I said, don't touch her!" There was a sudden tingling in my hands, and there was a blinding flash of light.

"Don't you dare touch my sister!" I screamed again.

The light faded, to reveal Kitty, sitting, stunned, on the floor, holding her neck. And Roman was...a pile of ashes on the metal floor.

"His eyes are glowing," Ryker whispered hoarsely.

I whirled around, and caught reflection of myself in a computer screen on the wall by the cell. They were right; my eyes were a glowing, fiery blue--the pupils, the iris, the whites of them...the veins on my arms were outlined a glowing blue, and I stared in wonderment.

"What does it mean?!" I asked no one in particular.

"He's ultrapathic," Albany whispered. 

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Ultrapathic
We all stood, crowded in the cell in the belly of the Dawn Slayer as it sliced its way through the dark void of space. Albany's elbow dug into my ribs, and Kitty was crushed against my chest.
"I should have known," Gabriella lamented, "that Roman would betray us! I'm a Forerunner! I'm supposed to be able to see this stuff before it happens!"
"It wasn't your fault, you know," Chris soothed. "You didn't know, and none of us had any reason to distrust him."
"He saved my life," Jenny inserted.
"Speak of the devil..." I muttered, watching the door at the far end of the metal corridor slide noiselessly open.
We silenced, and I could see tears forming in Gabriella's eyes at the thought of the betrayal that Roman had pulled on us. We were now in the hands of our worst enemy.
"So," Roman drawled, smiling wolfishly as he surveyed us, "I've got the dreaded Warrior Elite and the Shadow Elite. How nice. Now, which one shall I question first?!"
Chris' fingers curled up into fists, and beside me, Albany stiffened, driving her elbow deeper into my ribs. I winced, but thought it wise not to say anything to the ultrapathic teen.
Zoe shoved her way to the front of the cell, which was no easy task seeing it was crammed with over twenty of us, and she was rather small to begin with it. "You betrayed your best friend! And now you do this?! Roman, you don't have to do this!"
Roman rolled his eyes. "Will we ever get past those little cliche phrases?"
"I mean it." Zoe's sharp green eyes shot daggers at him. "I can cause you quite a world of pain for it too."
"You're in a cell that blocks telepathic abilities; I'm not worried," he replied calmly. He scanned our faces, ignoring the open hate and disgust that was there. "You."
He was pointing at Kitty.
My sister.
"No," I said, firmly.
He pretended he hadn't hear me. "What's that, Blue Jay?"
"I said no," I repeated calmly. Inside, my heart was thumping faster and there was a pounding in my ears. Albany's elbow dug deeper into my ribs, and Kitty pressed back into my chest even more.
"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter," and he reached in and pulled Kitty out.
I couldn't stop him; all of my telepathic abilities were blocked.
Or could I do something?!
I pulled the oldest--and possibly cheesiest--play in the book, and stuck my foot in the door. Instantly, every single bone in my foot was crushed by the automatic, steel door. But it stopped the door.
Wincing in pain, and worry for my sister making me strong, Albany and Ryker helped me shove back the door and I limped through.
Albany gave a yelp and the door slammed shut again. It was just me against Roman. And he had a knife to my sister's throat.
"Get back in the cell."
"No. Don't you dare touch my sister!"
He pressed the knife closer against her throat, and a small thread of red showed.
"I said, don't touch her!" There was a sudden tingling in my hands, and there was a blinding flash of light.
"Don't you dare touch my sister!" I screamed again.
The light faded, to reveal Kitty, sitting, stunned, on the floor, holding her neck. And Roman was...a pile of ashes on the metal floor.
"His eyes are glowing," Ryker whispered hoarsely.
I whirled around, and caught reflection of myself in a computer screen on the wall by the cell. They were right; my eyes were a glowing, fiery blue--the pupils, the iris, the whites of them...the veins on my arms were outlined a glowing blue, and I stared in wonderment.
"What does it mean?!" I asked no one in particular.
"He's ultrapathic," Albany whispered. 
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Lost twinkling star

Little ,lonely star

Up in the skylight,

What are you doing

Roaming around

The galaxy so far away,

With your curious

Big eyes being in awe

At the stars and emptiness

Of the night sky,

Do you wanna be

Surrounded amongst

The other stars?

Or do you wanna

Explore other places

Away from home?

Oh little, lonely star

How sad that you are,

Your heart is covered

In little star hearts,

Covered in small little bandages

From the pain and suffering

That you endured,

Oh little, twinkling star

You are having a

rather hard time

Healing from your

Scars and your wounds,

Your lonely heart

Can't bear going on,

You are starting

To lose hope

Of finding your purpose

In the night, starry sky,

Oh little sad star,

You found yourself lost

And now you can't

Find where that you are,

Oh little, lonely star

How broken

That you are,

You are probably

Searching for a place

You can call home,

For a place

Where the possibilities

And curiosities

Are endless,

Oh little ,twinkling star

How sad that you are,

You found yourself lost

In the starry , night sky

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Written by Winterreign in portal Stream of Consciousness
Lost twinkling star
Little ,lonely star
Up in the skylight,

What are you doing
Roaming around
The galaxy so far away,

With your curious
Big eyes being in awe
At the stars and emptiness
Of the night sky,

Do you wanna be
Surrounded amongst
The other stars?

Or do you wanna
Explore other places
Away from home?

Oh little, lonely star
How sad that you are,
Your heart is covered
In little star hearts,

Covered in small little bandages
From the pain and suffering
That you endured,

Oh little, twinkling star
You are having a
rather hard time
Healing from your
Scars and your wounds,

Your lonely heart
Can't bear going on,

You are starting
To lose hope
Of finding your purpose
In the night, starry sky,

Oh little sad star,
You found yourself lost
And now you can't
Find where that you are,

Oh little, lonely star
How broken
That you are,

You are probably
Searching for a place
You can call home,

For a place
Where the possibilities
And curiosities
Are endless,

Oh little ,twinkling star
How sad that you are,
You found yourself lost
In the starry , night sky
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PREMONITION

My feet pounded against the concrete stairs as I ran. My heart thudded in my chest, and my ankles burned from all the running. The wind whipped at my face and hair. I needed to get to the open, away from my family. The open would save me, and protect them. As I reached the open I stopped and whispered. To the wind. The wind picked up around me as the air turned green. My feet lifted off the ground and I felt the wind welcoming me.

     Asher rounded the corner and stopped. He had known that I could do a lot of stuff but he didn't know that I could do this. I smiled at him and then whispered a word to the wind.

     "Spin," I said. I felt the wind around me turn into a tornado and then as it twisted towards Asher I whispered again.

     "Stop," I felt the wind subdo to my wish and as my feet touched the ground, I called the water, lighting and wind back. I twirled my hands and called the lightning. I whispered a word to the wind and called it back. I called to the water.

     "Really?" Asher said. He smiled a wicked smile and then his body glowed with green.

     "I'm not afraid of you," I said. I steadied the lightning and wished for it to stop being stubborn.

     "Really?" He said. He looked at the green on his arms and then focused. The green moved toward his hands, growing into a ball. He threw it at me but I used the wind to stop it.

     The lightning wanted free and I loosed it letting it zapped the ground beside me. The wind was more patient though.

     "Is really all you can say?" I asked in a voice that was steady but had enough authority to make it sink in. He shrugged and then lifted into the wind.

     "You can't destroy the person who created you," he said.

     I woke up with a start and then sat up in bed. I walked to the door and was about to open it. The curtains opened as I turned the doorknob.

     "Hello, Aubrey. Remember me?"

     I panic, and I start running.My feet pound against the concrete stairs as I run. My heart thuds in my chest, and my ankles burn from all the running. The wind whips at my face and hair. I need to get to the open, away from my family. The open would save me, and protect them. As I reach the open I stop and whisper. To the wind. The wind picks up around me as the air turns green. My feet lift off the ground and I feel the wind welcoming me.

      "Hello, Asher."

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PREMONITION
My feet pounded against the concrete stairs as I ran. My heart thudded in my chest, and my ankles burned from all the running. The wind whipped at my face and hair. I needed to get to the open, away from my family. The open would save me, and protect them. As I reached the open I stopped and whispered. To the wind. The wind picked up around me as the air turned green. My feet lifted off the ground and I felt the wind welcoming me.
     Asher rounded the corner and stopped. He had known that I could do a lot of stuff but he didn't know that I could do this. I smiled at him and then whispered a word to the wind.
     "Spin," I said. I felt the wind around me turn into a tornado and then as it twisted towards Asher I whispered again.
     "Stop," I felt the wind subdo to my wish and as my feet touched the ground, I called the water, lighting and wind back. I twirled my hands and called the lightning. I whispered a word to the wind and called it back. I called to the water.
     "Really?" Asher said. He smiled a wicked smile and then his body glowed with green.
     "I'm not afraid of you," I said. I steadied the lightning and wished for it to stop being stubborn.
     "Really?" He said. He looked at the green on his arms and then focused. The green moved toward his hands, growing into a ball. He threw it at me but I used the wind to stop it.
     The lightning wanted free and I loosed it letting it zapped the ground beside me. The wind was more patient though.
     "Is really all you can say?" I asked in a voice that was steady but had enough authority to make it sink in. He shrugged and then lifted into the wind.
     "You can't destroy the person who created you," he said.
     I woke up with a start and then sat up in bed. I walked to the door and was about to open it. The curtains opened as I turned the doorknob.
     "Hello, Aubrey. Remember me?"
     I panic, and I start running.My feet pound against the concrete stairs as I run. My heart thuds in my chest, and my ankles burn from all the running. The wind whips at my face and hair. I need to get to the open, away from my family. The open would save me, and protect them. As I reach the open I stop and whisper. To the wind. The wind picks up around me as the air turns green. My feet lift off the ground and I feel the wind welcoming me.
      "Hello, Asher."

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1. We didn't know what was back there.

2. We hadn't really prepared for what we found.

3. We really hadn't expected it to take him.

4. We're ready now.

5. We're coming back.

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2. We hadn't really prepared for what we found.
3. We really hadn't expected it to take him.
4. We're ready now.
5. We're coming back.
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The Way We Began

Bump, ba-bump, Bump, ba-bump*

There it was again; that feeling at the pit of my stomach. The same feeling that never fades away. My heart feels like it’s drumming in my ears in slow motion. This world wasn’t made for people like me. The fragile, the weak; people who break. Maybe if this was back then; years before the great Nova outbreak things would have been different. Maybe I could have fought back. The sad truth was I was always weak. The Super Nova outbreak happened long before I was born. Years and years ago before any of our parents, or our grandparents and great grandparents were born. It happened at night, there was no scientific way to explain it. The stars all aligned the sky clear the moon shown bright and then a comet hit earth. It was unlike anything earth had seen. It glowed with blue light. It’s size half of earth. People waited to die. Instead, it was like it became part of the world. Repercussions followed soon after,

Superhuman males began to rise. They were called Novas. Hybrids born from the collision. Animals. The first to rise a wolf named Alexander Archer. Not long after more males began to transform. Tigers, Lions, Bears, Hyenas. The list goes on and on. Females on the other hand stayed the same. When the Nova outbreak first happened there did not seem to be any explanation as to why men were the only ones that changed. As the years went on and resources around us changed, and medical science advanced it was proven that all males had a gene that women did not carry that allowed them to change. While women did not change, nor were we affected by the change of earth around us. In a way it was something to be proud of. Women had been strong enough not to evolve in order to survive. We don’t transform into super beings. We don’t have super speed. But we are needed.

Mating or imprinting was the term used in the times of the ancestors. They were connections with a male Nova and a human woman. This connection, this bond was so strong. It was the closest thing to true love. It was said the stars in the sky could link you to your one true love. Your soulmate, as we now called it. For any girl it may sound romantic; and it is. Everyone that finds their significant other lives on cloud nine. You love each other so much that you literally die without them. It’s an intense attraction; Love, lust, friendship all wrapped into one. Before, in the times of our ancestors, it was all determined by the heart. You would go out into the world in hopes of finding that true love. That speck of wishful thinking; wanting to find someone to love you unconditionally. Of course that was back then. Now everyone does it by having their DNA samples sent to our NOVA Research lab. Out of everyone in this huge abnormal world there is only one other DNA that can be a match to yours; your mate. Everyone is destined for someone; everyone deserves love… Everyone but me.

“You’re going to be late for school, you stupid girl!” My father yells opening the panic room. The light hits my face and I squint. My eyes sting while I prop myself up on my elbows trying to get up. Before I can say anything my father is already downstairs pulling me out of the panic room and all I can do is lay there unable to fight. My legs feel like jelly and I can’t get up. How long was I in there? Two days? Maybe a week? I don’t really know.

“I said get up!” My father yells his tone filled with so much rage that it makes me cringe. Before I know it I’m being kicked in my side. I don’t cry out only let out a small whimper hoping he doesn’t hear. The worse I scream the more punishment I receive. I don’t ask for my mother because I know well that she herself is trapped here. I stand up and my legs begin to shake while I try to find my footing.

I’m so weak and hungry but I need to get ready for school. With weak legs I make my way to the bathroom across the hall holding on to the wall. One foot at a time taking slow little steps with shaky feet. Finally, after what seems like hours but I know is only minutes, I manage to get to the bathroom. Slowly I move to the shower and turn on the hot water letting it steam up the bathroom to give me some sort of warmth and comfort because I feel ice cold. I undress and I try not to look at myself in the mirror because I know how badly bruised I am. Both my arms, my stomach, my legs I can still see all the colors. Blue, green, yellow, purple I know it should hurt but I feel numb.

I no longer feel the physical pain anymore. I’ve learned to tolerate it; I can almost ignore it without complaint or even without crying out. Inside however, inside I feel so hurt. That heart and soul that I have, that I am, is nothing but shambles. A shell of something that could have been. Stepping into the shower I let the warm water relieve the pressure in my back. My muscles feel soar from being in the same sitting position for so many days. My neck burns and I can hardly swallow my own saliva. He likes to choke me until I pass out. I know his hand prints are on my neck but none of that pain compared to all the hurt he’s caused me deep in my soul. I close my eyes trying to relax; to bring some sort of peace in me just for a few seconds because I know my nightmare isn’t done yet. I can’t, I can never hear my own thoughts not with my father’s voice in my head. His angry face looking at me and those angry yellow piercing eyes glaring, Worthless, Pathetic, Ungrateful, and Useless. Over and over those words circle in my head and no matter how hard I try there never is an off button. Maybe because it’s the way I feel.

“Sweetie you’re going to be late for school,” I hear my mother say. Her voice groggy, and I know she’s been crying. I don’t reply but I turn off the shower and reach for a towel. Wrapping it around myself I wince because the fabric seems too rough on my bruised skin. My feet seem to have awoken again because I can now move them without wobbling as much. When I open the bathroom door my mother is standing there her eyes red and puffy and her face covered in black and blue. I don’t say anything, not because I don’t care but because I never know what to say to her. There are times when I’m angry at her for keeping me here with them; for not saving me. Then I remember she can’t do anything to save us. She herself is trapped here except I can leave to school and never come back and she can’t. In the end however, I always come back not because I’m afraid but because of her.

“Your neck,” My mother says. Although she tries to reach out to me I cringe away. I know she’d never hurt me but still, I can’t bare anyone’s touch. They’d be tainted; cursed.

“I’m fine.” I manage to say and for a moment my mother just looks at me her brown eyes searching for something that I can’t understand.

“Okay.” She finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s quiet again and there’s not much I can say or do that will make her or I feel better. Instead I nod silently and head toward my room. The basement.

My room is big but there’s nothing much there. The walls are coming apart. The paint long gone from the wall you can almost see the wooden material of the house. There’s a washer and dryer to the left. No posters, no pictures, nothing that says someone lives down here other than the small little mattress on the floor. My clothes are neatly piled on one side of the floor and my books are all stuffed in my backpack. Reaching for something to wear I grab an ugly puke green turtle neck sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans.

Everything in my wardrobe I get at the local church because my father never buys me clothes. When I was little my mother and I would go down to church together to get clothes for her and I but now I had to go by myself. Being older meant I could do things on my own and it meant my mother had less freedom and right to go out according to my father.

Getting dressed was always a hard task for me. Lifting my arms; moving around in general, caused my bruising body to ache. Finally, after I was done I gathered my old brown back pack and walked back upstairs. Before reaching the top I could already see a piece of toast placed on a napkin. Taking it, I stood at the steps for a few seconds securely wrapping it in the napkin and then stuffing it in my pocket. I knew that if I got caught I’d be in trouble so I simply made my way out of the house.

From outside everything seemed normal. The house looked like any other house in the block. White, green grass, beautiful roses at the front. Picture perfect for everyone to look at.

“Going to school Lyric?” Mr. Able from across the street asked. He was a nice old man who mostly kept to himself. He’d lived across the street from our family for years. His wife passed away a few months ago but he seemed fine though people knew it would only be a matter of time before he too passed away.

“Yes Mr. Able. Have a nice day.” I manage to say, and though I try to smile it seems neither of us really has the strength to do so. Instead, I make my way to the bus stop 2 blocks from here and I sit by at the bench to wait. Like always, I lean my hair to the front allowing myself to shield my face. Though there is no bruising there I still feel the need to hide.

When the bus finally arrives I get in paying my fee and sit at the back quietly. No one ever talks here. Not that anyone really rides the bus. Mostly females and the occasional senior nova who can no longer shift. Somehow the area around me feels like doom. It’s bitter and hollow matching the gray sky that has seemed to hover above my head. Closing my eyes, I try to relax knowing what is about to come my way. What always comes my way when I go to school?

“This was life” …

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Written by JRose in portal Flash Fiction
The Way We Began
Bump, ba-bump, Bump, ba-bump*
There it was again; that feeling at the pit of my stomach. The same feeling that never fades away. My heart feels like it’s drumming in my ears in slow motion. This world wasn’t made for people like me. The fragile, the weak; people who break. Maybe if this was back then; years before the great Nova outbreak things would have been different. Maybe I could have fought back. The sad truth was I was always weak. The Super Nova outbreak happened long before I was born. Years and years ago before any of our parents, or our grandparents and great grandparents were born. It happened at night, there was no scientific way to explain it. The stars all aligned the sky clear the moon shown bright and then a comet hit earth. It was unlike anything earth had seen. It glowed with blue light. It’s size half of earth. People waited to die. Instead, it was like it became part of the world. Repercussions followed soon after,

Superhuman males began to rise. They were called Novas. Hybrids born from the collision. Animals. The first to rise a wolf named Alexander Archer. Not long after more males began to transform. Tigers, Lions, Bears, Hyenas. The list goes on and on. Females on the other hand stayed the same. When the Nova outbreak first happened there did not seem to be any explanation as to why men were the only ones that changed. As the years went on and resources around us changed, and medical science advanced it was proven that all males had a gene that women did not carry that allowed them to change. While women did not change, nor were we affected by the change of earth around us. In a way it was something to be proud of. Women had been strong enough not to evolve in order to survive. We don’t transform into super beings. We don’t have super speed. But we are needed.

Mating or imprinting was the term used in the times of the ancestors. They were connections with a male Nova and a human woman. This connection, this bond was so strong. It was the closest thing to true love. It was said the stars in the sky could link you to your one true love. Your soulmate, as we now called it. For any girl it may sound romantic; and it is. Everyone that finds their significant other lives on cloud nine. You love each other so much that you literally die without them. It’s an intense attraction; Love, lust, friendship all wrapped into one. Before, in the times of our ancestors, it was all determined by the heart. You would go out into the world in hopes of finding that true love. That speck of wishful thinking; wanting to find someone to love you unconditionally. Of course that was back then. Now everyone does it by having their DNA samples sent to our NOVA Research lab. Out of everyone in this huge abnormal world there is only one other DNA that can be a match to yours; your mate. Everyone is destined for someone; everyone deserves love… Everyone but me.

“You’re going to be late for school, you stupid girl!” My father yells opening the panic room. The light hits my face and I squint. My eyes sting while I prop myself up on my elbows trying to get up. Before I can say anything my father is already downstairs pulling me out of the panic room and all I can do is lay there unable to fight. My legs feel like jelly and I can’t get up. How long was I in there? Two days? Maybe a week? I don’t really know.
“I said get up!” My father yells his tone filled with so much rage that it makes me cringe. Before I know it I’m being kicked in my side. I don’t cry out only let out a small whimper hoping he doesn’t hear. The worse I scream the more punishment I receive. I don’t ask for my mother because I know well that she herself is trapped here. I stand up and my legs begin to shake while I try to find my footing.

I’m so weak and hungry but I need to get ready for school. With weak legs I make my way to the bathroom across the hall holding on to the wall. One foot at a time taking slow little steps with shaky feet. Finally, after what seems like hours but I know is only minutes, I manage to get to the bathroom. Slowly I move to the shower and turn on the hot water letting it steam up the bathroom to give me some sort of warmth and comfort because I feel ice cold. I undress and I try not to look at myself in the mirror because I know how badly bruised I am. Both my arms, my stomach, my legs I can still see all the colors. Blue, green, yellow, purple I know it should hurt but I feel numb.

I no longer feel the physical pain anymore. I’ve learned to tolerate it; I can almost ignore it without complaint or even without crying out. Inside however, inside I feel so hurt. That heart and soul that I have, that I am, is nothing but shambles. A shell of something that could have been. Stepping into the shower I let the warm water relieve the pressure in my back. My muscles feel soar from being in the same sitting position for so many days. My neck burns and I can hardly swallow my own saliva. He likes to choke me until I pass out. I know his hand prints are on my neck but none of that pain compared to all the hurt he’s caused me deep in my soul. I close my eyes trying to relax; to bring some sort of peace in me just for a few seconds because I know my nightmare isn’t done yet. I can’t, I can never hear my own thoughts not with my father’s voice in my head. His angry face looking at me and those angry yellow piercing eyes glaring, Worthless, Pathetic, Ungrateful, and Useless. Over and over those words circle in my head and no matter how hard I try there never is an off button. Maybe because it’s the way I feel.

“Sweetie you’re going to be late for school,” I hear my mother say. Her voice groggy, and I know she’s been crying. I don’t reply but I turn off the shower and reach for a towel. Wrapping it around myself I wince because the fabric seems too rough on my bruised skin. My feet seem to have awoken again because I can now move them without wobbling as much. When I open the bathroom door my mother is standing there her eyes red and puffy and her face covered in black and blue. I don’t say anything, not because I don’t care but because I never know what to say to her. There are times when I’m angry at her for keeping me here with them; for not saving me. Then I remember she can’t do anything to save us. She herself is trapped here except I can leave to school and never come back and she can’t. In the end however, I always come back not because I’m afraid but because of her.

“Your neck,” My mother says. Although she tries to reach out to me I cringe away. I know she’d never hurt me but still, I can’t bare anyone’s touch. They’d be tainted; cursed.
“I’m fine.” I manage to say and for a moment my mother just looks at me her brown eyes searching for something that I can’t understand.
“Okay.” She finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s quiet again and there’s not much I can say or do that will make her or I feel better. Instead I nod silently and head toward my room. The basement.

My room is big but there’s nothing much there. The walls are coming apart. The paint long gone from the wall you can almost see the wooden material of the house. There’s a washer and dryer to the left. No posters, no pictures, nothing that says someone lives down here other than the small little mattress on the floor. My clothes are neatly piled on one side of the floor and my books are all stuffed in my backpack. Reaching for something to wear I grab an ugly puke green turtle neck sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans.

Everything in my wardrobe I get at the local church because my father never buys me clothes. When I was little my mother and I would go down to church together to get clothes for her and I but now I had to go by myself. Being older meant I could do things on my own and it meant my mother had less freedom and right to go out according to my father.

Getting dressed was always a hard task for me. Lifting my arms; moving around in general, caused my bruising body to ache. Finally, after I was done I gathered my old brown back pack and walked back upstairs. Before reaching the top I could already see a piece of toast placed on a napkin. Taking it, I stood at the steps for a few seconds securely wrapping it in the napkin and then stuffing it in my pocket. I knew that if I got caught I’d be in trouble so I simply made my way out of the house.
From outside everything seemed normal. The house looked like any other house in the block. White, green grass, beautiful roses at the front. Picture perfect for everyone to look at.
“Going to school Lyric?” Mr. Able from across the street asked. He was a nice old man who mostly kept to himself. He’d lived across the street from our family for years. His wife passed away a few months ago but he seemed fine though people knew it would only be a matter of time before he too passed away.
“Yes Mr. Able. Have a nice day.” I manage to say, and though I try to smile it seems neither of us really has the strength to do so. Instead, I make my way to the bus stop 2 blocks from here and I sit by at the bench to wait. Like always, I lean my hair to the front allowing myself to shield my face. Though there is no bruising there I still feel the need to hide.

When the bus finally arrives I get in paying my fee and sit at the back quietly. No one ever talks here. Not that anyone really rides the bus. Mostly females and the occasional senior nova who can no longer shift. Somehow the area around me feels like doom. It’s bitter and hollow matching the gray sky that has seemed to hover above my head. Closing my eyes, I try to relax knowing what is about to come my way. What always comes my way when I go to school?
“This was life” …




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The writer of the best short story from this challenge wins a ProWritingAid Lifetime License, worth $140. Take the terribly-written adverb-laden outline of a story below and use your own voice to make it amazing. Maybe it's sci-fi, maybe it's romance, maybe it's thriller...it's up to you: The door was opened and they looked out. She was very surprised. He looked very worried. They went quickly to find out more. She slowly picked up the object and it all finally made sense.
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The Doorway

“You ready, Alex?” Evelyn asked, as much to get his attention as she was anxious to finally see the result of years of work and research finally prove their theories.

Alex snapped out of his deep-thought trance and smiled back at her. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Love.”

Evelyn pushed the button and the engineered door hummed to life and opened. Opened to to another place, not of Earth. She looked in wonder while Alex looked in concern, because the air didn’t change or vacuum away like he predicted.

Evelyn removed her helmet, took a breath, and gave Alex a look to to prove that everything was ok. He still looked concerned. Evelyn slipped out of her suit, giving up its safety and walked toward the doorway, knowing Alex would follow, if for no other reason than his cavalier romanticism.

Peering through the doorway revealed a near blackness beyond, with only a dull white object about yards ahead. She took a step forward.

“Ev’yn, don’t you think…”

“Alex, we been working endlessly toward this. You have to want to see!”

“But…”

“No, I am going, this is as big as the first steps on the moon. Bigger. We will be the first.”

When they reached the white object, they found it was a cylinder platform, etched in glyphs of nothing familiar or ancient. Atop of it was a darkened spheroid looking of smoked glass.

Evelyn lifted the object up and studied it. “It almost looks like an apple. Alex take a picture.”

Evelyn smiled and brought it to her lips with a smile. The place shifted as if a wind came from nowhere and everywhere. The door slammed shut, causing Alex to turn his head to see that they were suddenly cut off. Evelyn gave out a familiar, ecstatic scream, causing Alex to turn back toward her. The ecstasy was deeper than any he ever brought her.

“ALEX! I Understand now…”

“What? Are you ok?”

“Everything!”

Alex watched as Evelyn started to glow, almost blindingly bright. In her bright form, the spheroid absorbed her until it became a perfect, bright sphere. In turn, the sphere was pulled into the cylinder replacing its dull whiteness to the same brilliant glow.

Alex ran toward it, seeing the surface revealed a hole that was deepening from the sphere. In desperation he reached in, trying to grab the sphere back. At touching it, he could almost feel her still. The sphere was impossibly heavy, he could not lift it out.

“YES! Alex. Come with me...Forward, not back. Come with me forward…”

Alex succumbed to her words. Alex pushed his hand against the sphere. The sphere grabbed hold and pulled him toward it, pulling him into the platform.

Everything was suddenly blindingly white. Everything was perfectly black. Alex thought he was blind. Until he saw the sphere. Saw it shrink to almost nothing as it ripped away his humanity, until all that was left of him was his flawed soul. He touched it, he understood then the ‘Everthing!’ Evelyn referred to. The sphere shattered in a bang, filling the void they now existed in with the energy Evelyn became. They started a new universe, together. They now understood how beginnings began. She now scattered giving raw energy its first types of form. He was to set the forms into motion, over eons, until he could slowly weaver her together again and they could share in the new universe they birthed.

“Let there be light!” Alex said, and laughed. He could almost hear Evelyn’s laugh echo his, within the newly forming cosmos.

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The Doorway
“You ready, Alex?” Evelyn asked, as much to get his attention as she was anxious to finally see the result of years of work and research finally prove their theories.

Alex snapped out of his deep-thought trance and smiled back at her. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Love.”

Evelyn pushed the button and the engineered door hummed to life and opened. Opened to to another place, not of Earth. She looked in wonder while Alex looked in concern, because the air didn’t change or vacuum away like he predicted.

Evelyn removed her helmet, took a breath, and gave Alex a look to to prove that everything was ok. He still looked concerned. Evelyn slipped out of her suit, giving up its safety and walked toward the doorway, knowing Alex would follow, if for no other reason than his cavalier romanticism.

Peering through the doorway revealed a near blackness beyond, with only a dull white object about yards ahead. She took a step forward.

“Ev’yn, don’t you think…”

“Alex, we been working endlessly toward this. You have to want to see!”

“But…”

“No, I am going, this is as big as the first steps on the moon. Bigger. We will be the first.”

When they reached the white object, they found it was a cylinder platform, etched in glyphs of nothing familiar or ancient. Atop of it was a darkened spheroid looking of smoked glass.

Evelyn lifted the object up and studied it. “It almost looks like an apple. Alex take a picture.”

Evelyn smiled and brought it to her lips with a smile. The place shifted as if a wind came from nowhere and everywhere. The door slammed shut, causing Alex to turn his head to see that they were suddenly cut off. Evelyn gave out a familiar, ecstatic scream, causing Alex to turn back toward her. The ecstasy was deeper than any he ever brought her.

“ALEX! I Understand now…”

“What? Are you ok?”

“Everything!”

Alex watched as Evelyn started to glow, almost blindingly bright. In her bright form, the spheroid absorbed her until it became a perfect, bright sphere. In turn, the sphere was pulled into the cylinder replacing its dull whiteness to the same brilliant glow.

Alex ran toward it, seeing the surface revealed a hole that was deepening from the sphere. In desperation he reached in, trying to grab the sphere back. At touching it, he could almost feel her still. The sphere was impossibly heavy, he could not lift it out.

“YES! Alex. Come with me...Forward, not back. Come with me forward…”

Alex succumbed to her words. Alex pushed his hand against the sphere. The sphere grabbed hold and pulled him toward it, pulling him into the platform.

Everything was suddenly blindingly white. Everything was perfectly black. Alex thought he was blind. Until he saw the sphere. Saw it shrink to almost nothing as it ripped away his humanity, until all that was left of him was his flawed soul. He touched it, he understood then the ‘Everthing!’ Evelyn referred to. The sphere shattered in a bang, filling the void they now existed in with the energy Evelyn became. They started a new universe, together. They now understood how beginnings began. She now scattered giving raw energy its first types of form. He was to set the forms into motion, over eons, until he could slowly weaver her together again and they could share in the new universe they birthed.

“Let there be light!” Alex said, and laughed. He could almost hear Evelyn’s laugh echo his, within the newly forming cosmos.
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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
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Freedom and the Word Machine

Fearing the 60s and the riots, when everyone from academics to assholes were in the streets protesting against the CIA and their machine that could kill words, and wanting to keep their seats in the House, the Republicans in charge of the Science Subcommittee on Research and Technology focused their budget on the antithesis of a dictionary-demolishing weapon: a thing designed to promote and propagate words important to the American people, specifically the Republican party.

A test-run on the word "Recognition" (randomly selected from a Thesaurus) yielded funny results. Peering into a basketball-sized biosphere, the Subcommittee watched an army of ants retire from service and sweep across the fauna, examine every leaf, touch softly the heads of aphids, squint at flowers, knead antennae diplomatically, before they turned rust-red eyes up toward their observers, making the Subcommittee very uncomfortable.

Next the Subcommittee fired "Limited, Representative Government" into a vacuum-sealed glass of bickering Syrian hamsters, and watched the rodents form a Republic of little Ciceros and Caesars, with great orations delivered from the wheel, and mobs of bites behind the igloo. "Technology" led to spiderspun cities of silver, dung cars, silkworm sweaters and sweatpants. A lobbyist suggested "Consumer," and all recoiled as the experiment's population decreased from 19 cats to a groaning one.

I'm not sure what happened next. Possibly there was a leak in the biodome or a fingerprint. Or the machine, in materializing the abstraction, was affected, along with anyone who touched it. But "Freedom" found itself spilling over the planet like an endless, invisible acid, and the Republicans in charge of the Science Subcommittee on Research and Technology found themselves the careless architects of humanity's dissolution.

First, the effects were tolerable. Free from law, we did what we wanted. Free from daily schedule, we enjoined the chaos of self-pleasure. We stayed home, we made love, we took the kids to the park. But soon the acid touched the bonds of family, and we found ourselves wandering away from connections, apathetic to distance. People cried bitterly as they walked, until they were free from emotions as well; free, free, free from logic and madness, from vices and virtues. We ceased speaking the languages. Wild calls, babbling. We ceased needing to breathe, or eat, and our hearts made their own rhythms or crawled from our chests. Some people floated into the sky; others fell through the Earth.

The chair of the Subcommittee tried to turn off the machine, but her interest waned, and free of ration she began to lick the floor, before her tongue fell out, and then she curled up into a spider-like obscenity and screamed in strange bursts. I, free of perspective, or present-ness, of my own life's narrative in Hyderabad, never having met any of these people, watched her.

Our atoms stretched like cigars and detached. We became plasma clouds of skin tones and white gaseous eyes and an internal dispersing pink mist – and then we dispersed.

Free of death, the people persisted in their unraveling.

Free of time, the people unravel.

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In Adrian Barnes’ “Nod,” the apocalypse occurs over a month as 99% of the earth’s populace loses the ability to sleep and slowly goes insane. In Sandra Newman’s “The Country of Ice Cream Star,” the world is full of children because everyone above the age of 21 mysteriously dies. For my challenge, invent your own strange take on the end-of-the-world story. Tell a story set in an apocalypse never or rarely seen. 200 coins to the most original work :)
Written by desmondwrite
Freedom and the Word Machine
Fearing the 60s and the riots, when everyone from academics to assholes were in the streets protesting against the CIA and their machine that could kill words, and wanting to keep their seats in the House, the Republicans in charge of the Science Subcommittee on Research and Technology focused their budget on the antithesis of a dictionary-demolishing weapon: a thing designed to promote and propagate words important to the American people, specifically the Republican party.

A test-run on the word "Recognition" (randomly selected from a Thesaurus) yielded funny results. Peering into a basketball-sized biosphere, the Subcommittee watched an army of ants retire from service and sweep across the fauna, examine every leaf, touch softly the heads of aphids, squint at flowers, knead antennae diplomatically, before they turned rust-red eyes up toward their observers, making the Subcommittee very uncomfortable.

Next the Subcommittee fired "Limited, Representative Government" into a vacuum-sealed glass of bickering Syrian hamsters, and watched the rodents form a Republic of little Ciceros and Caesars, with great orations delivered from the wheel, and mobs of bites behind the igloo. "Technology" led to spiderspun cities of silver, dung cars, silkworm sweaters and sweatpants. A lobbyist suggested "Consumer," and all recoiled as the experiment's population decreased from 19 cats to a groaning one.

I'm not sure what happened next. Possibly there was a leak in the biodome or a fingerprint. Or the machine, in materializing the abstraction, was affected, along with anyone who touched it. But "Freedom" found itself spilling over the planet like an endless, invisible acid, and the Republicans in charge of the Science Subcommittee on Research and Technology found themselves the careless architects of humanity's dissolution.

First, the effects were tolerable. Free from law, we did what we wanted. Free from daily schedule, we enjoined the chaos of self-pleasure. We stayed home, we made love, we took the kids to the park. But soon the acid touched the bonds of family, and we found ourselves wandering away from connections, apathetic to distance. People cried bitterly as they walked, until they were free from emotions as well; free, free, free from logic and madness, from vices and virtues. We ceased speaking the languages. Wild calls, babbling. We ceased needing to breathe, or eat, and our hearts made their own rhythms or crawled from our chests. Some people floated into the sky; others fell through the Earth.

The chair of the Subcommittee tried to turn off the machine, but her interest waned, and free of ration she began to lick the floor, before her tongue fell out, and then she curled up into a spider-like obscenity and screamed in strange bursts. I, free of perspective, or present-ness, of my own life's narrative in Hyderabad, never having met any of these people, watched her.

Our atoms stretched like cigars and detached. We became plasma clouds of skin tones and white gaseous eyes and an internal dispersing pink mist – and then we dispersed.

Free of death, the people persisted in their unraveling.

Free of time, the people unravel.
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The Last Jedi Trailer

This is definitely a Good Friday!

First trailer to Star Wars: The Last Jedi has dropped online!

Let it be December already!

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The Last Jedi Trailer
This is definitely a Good Friday!
First trailer to Star Wars: The Last Jedi has dropped online!
Let it be December already!
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Before His Time...

Gaius was very much a mad scientist before his time. Jars filled with liquids that bubbled hung from the ceiling as smoky torches dimly lit the room, revealing corners pilled high with broken pots that leaked ooze the glowed in sickly colours. In places the floor had started to melt.

But that was old hat! The remnants of the cosmic joke, the Elixir of Life. Sent by the gods to lead those in search of the truth away from their real potential! Gaius knew this now, he felt a fool but he also knew that he was at least less of a fool than his fellows. Still pottering around with their jars and mixtures. No! Time travel! That was the true way forward! Long ago he had come across a loophole in time, a way to travel to wherever, whenever he desired. But blinded but the shining lies of the gods he had not even looked into it at the time. Fool that he was... Now, in the center of the room a space had been cleared and five donkeys had been installed in a circle around an octagonal platform. If only he could get five donkeys to agree on a time and a place, time itself would be his to rule!

He had placed cards with carefully painted pictures in front of each donkey in the hopes of getting there thoughts cosmically aligned with the depicted place, the ancient city of Atlantis! Alas in true donkey like nature none of them agreed to even look at the drawings but rather turned all of their attention to the oats he had given them.

This he knew was going to be harder than he thought... But when he he managed to get there... boy would they see the error of their ways! Mad laughter rattled around the jars as the bubbled. 

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Before His Time...
Gaius was very much a mad scientist before his time. Jars filled with liquids that bubbled hung from the ceiling as smoky torches dimly lit the room, revealing corners pilled high with broken pots that leaked ooze the glowed in sickly colours. In places the floor had started to melt.

But that was old hat! The remnants of the cosmic joke, the Elixir of Life. Sent by the gods to lead those in search of the truth away from their real potential! Gaius knew this now, he felt a fool but he also knew that he was at least less of a fool than his fellows. Still pottering around with their jars and mixtures. No! Time travel! That was the true way forward! Long ago he had come across a loophole in time, a way to travel to wherever, whenever he desired. But blinded but the shining lies of the gods he had not even looked into it at the time. Fool that he was... Now, in the center of the room a space had been cleared and five donkeys had been installed in a circle around an octagonal platform. If only he could get five donkeys to agree on a time and a place, time itself would be his to rule!

He had placed cards with carefully painted pictures in front of each donkey in the hopes of getting there thoughts cosmically aligned with the depicted place, the ancient city of Atlantis! Alas in true donkey like nature none of them agreed to even look at the drawings but rather turned all of their attention to the oats he had given them.

This he knew was going to be harder than he thought... But when he he managed to get there... boy would they see the error of their ways! Mad laughter rattled around the jars as the bubbled. 
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Bacterial Desertion

I was told that the pill would increase my intelligence

But instead it made my bacteria smart

They decided it was time to find better residence

So they went their separate ways and I fell apart

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Bacterial Desertion
I was told that the pill would increase my intelligence
But instead it made my bacteria smart
They decided it was time to find better residence
So they went their separate ways and I fell apart
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