Pangea_The Choice is Yours, Dear Reader_Popcorn Kernel Tigers_Fern's Salutation
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Pangea
In the beginning, there was only me and darkness. And in the end, there will be only darkness and me. The oldest of friends. Hand in hand we age eternally. Time is so lonely, or don’t you know. And we can all use a lifelong friend. For I will outlive even nothingness itself. I was not born from life nor will I die with death. I don’t know if I will ever die. Don’t know if I’m alive to begin with. But I suspect that I am ever so old. Older than technology, than humanity, than sin. I am as old as time itself. Perhaps even older. I have seen empires rise and fall, seen the first bird fly and fis...
The Choice is Yours, Dear Reader
Imagine if you will, Dear Reader, that you are presented with two buttons. One of which ends the life of every potentially dangerous person on the planet......And another button, that does absolutely nothing.And it is at this moment, Dear Reader, that you are faced with a choice. Which button will you press?For some, the answer may seem obvious. “The first one, of course!” Many might cry. After all, most of the world's problems are the result of humans making bad decisions. Poor choices regarding how they treat their fellow man, or environment. By eliminating those people, the world would sur...
Popcorn Kernel Tigers
She lost it, that one thing everyone cared so very much about.People were like the last few kernels of popcorn, rolling over and over again in the microwave, always loud and always a surprise. Unexpected visits popping up at unexpected hours to express their concern with cheerful grief at her misfortunes. Polite conversation was all they were after. She wished they would all go away so she could search the house for the thing she had lost. They’d ask her about it, lean forward like crouching tigers—their eyes would glow and she thought perhaps they might just devour her. But they wanted to kno...
Fern's Salutation
Fern woke up from a truly delicious nap with dandelion fluff in her hair. She yawned as she wiped sleep-infused blurriness from her eyes. Though still a bit groggy, a smile slowly emerged, and found its way to her face as she looked around her rustic cabin. As she wakened more fully, she noted the familiar smell of the forest wandering in from her window. The smell of late summer filled her senses. She was indeed, happy. Memories of this year, now half passed, filled hwww.onedoor.ccer heart. As often occurred, every lesson of joy that she learned was tinged with a touch of sadness and realization. Upon her ...