Is this what I've become?_Last Prince Standing_Sleep Among the Stars_U-12
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Is this what I've become?
"You're kidding." He said, looking to the little girl in front of him. "Who do I look like?""You look like a guy I'm learning about in history, his name was Cleo Thompson." She smiled as she ate on the candy in her hand. He had never seen that brand before, whenever she closed her mouth a light went off inside a second after.Cleo didn't have enough time to ask, maybe later."And what did he do?" His eyebrows were drawn tight with concern. What had he done to warrant being taught to children? His insides bunched up as his mind started to swirl with thought."What if I'm the new Christopher Columb...
Last Prince Standing
Dear Family,I am writing this now because I don't know how much time I have left.If you're reading this, I am probably dead right now and you have finally found my will.I want you all to know that I love, every single one of you dearly, but that love has it's limits when it comes to power. So this will is specifically made to give whoever is worthy, the position of king.Now to my dear husband, you have been king since the stone ages, so I will not allow you to be king anymore. Let those wrinkles rest my love. And take it from me, your old values and beliefs don't work as well as they used to, ...
Sleep Among the Stars
The tone began to sound through the waiting halls. Gerald had tucked himself away in a darker corner of corridor 16C, further away from his housing unit than he'd ever been. It was a day that he'd been dreading since his first learning of it in elementary classes. Dark and terrifying to most, Gerald had been using his time - and his loneliness - since thwww.onedoor.ccen to prepare himself for it.The generation before him wasn't scheduled to wake up until three more generations after him, so there was very little concrete details about the process, but with what they had, it was enough to have the other tee...
U-12
Home. A place I’ve never been.The waves crash against the shore as I step out of the hatch of my C-32 Starfighter and onto its gray, carbon scored hull. What an odd thing to call the blackened marks, ‘carbon scoring’. Science debunked the theory, yet the name remains and even those of us who know better use it.My mind refocuses on my surroundings, the waves battering the sandy shore, driven by the same forcefulness that kicks the sand into little whirls lifting up into the air. Gray flakes float down from the sky, much the same color as my ride, each one a crystalline structure with...