Life - Weird

Life - Weird

Don't you think it's weird? How we sometimes just walk right through other people's lives? This fleeting moment of almost contact for a minute, an hour, a day. This compounded entire other existence of memories, moments, words, and truths and we interact with that other for this minuscule thing. And then we're done.

And we might never see that person again?

Don't you think that's weird?

Writing - Shattered Moon

Writing - Shattered Moon

A shattered moon rose over the night sky. Over the silt-salt oceans boiled away as they watched from the heights of a half-crumbled cloudtower. Beneath, the wilds of concrete seethed and burned, but up here, with the winds and grit for company, a dystopic peace had settled. His hand clutched in hers, the slow crawl of stars plied their soft twinkling dance through the sky.

They were lonely.

In an empty place, devoid in heart of courage there was little to do but watch, wait, and wonder. Until the slow crash of stone and steel sent them plunging cold to the embrace of ash.

Life - Early Morning

Life - Early Morning

So I went out to see the planets aligned because I was awake anyway. And instead of taking a blurry picture of the sky, I just enjoyed it.

Life - Unhelpfulism

Life - Unhelpfulism

Jerry (Tycho) Wrote this. I copied it here to archive it while I think on it.

Writing - Honor

Writing - Honor

Did they tell you this thing? Did your officers, your generals, your advisors put you up to it? They said to you that if you slipped me a poisoned dagger this night, or pressed small powder into the wine that you would save the lives of so many men?

That if you suffered this tiny indignity, this small lie, this small loss of honor, that you would instead be heralded a hero, you who prevented the loss of so many lives on the morrow.

Here we sit, us two, and roll dice on the night before a battle. As old comrades, as though we are friendly. I offer you terms, you deny them. We reminisce for days gone by.

Sip your wine.

Tomorrow, no quarter.

Life - On Kindness

Life - On Kindness

Rhoner wrote this story, about blown out tires, kindness and doing right.

Today you, tomorrow me.

Quotes - Duty

Quotes - Duty

'To do what ought to be done, but would not have been done unless I did it, I thought to be my duty.'

Writing - Dead Oceans

Writing - Dead Oceans

Once I stood on the shores of the ocean, looking out towards the horizon. It was dead. I was staring at the washed up remains of an empire. Plastic and refuse floated, the grave site of a million souls unfettered. The lap of pollution and garbage as they plyed their dance across the shoreline. As far out as I could make, where sea met sky there were but the jagged bones of all that had been lost, and refused to sink.