Breath, Eyes, Memory

addition, each SOL can be custom designed and assembled, allowing for a near-infinite number of creatures from Pegasi to Dragons. Frederick further assured that certain abilities from the inspirations of some SOL ‘species’, such as the dragon’s fire-breath, were not programmed into their SOL

Romeo’s Narrative (Act 5, Scene 3) The news of my wife’s death was heart-wrenching. The flashbacks I had in memory of Juliet didn’t help bare the pain. I was in a battle with fate and it was evident I lost. I felt a sea of anxiety deep down, knowing the consequences of what might happen. But I am determined to lay lifeless next to my deceased wife, Juliet, no matter what it takes; and anyone who has intentions of stopping me, is a fool. My best man, Balthasar and myself finally arrived to Cimetière

his mouth. “Where’s my money kid?” He whispered to my face and then he dropped me onto the concrete ground. My heart races, “I don’t have it yet, please give me more time.” I begged on my knees with my head pressed onto the rough surface. I closed my eyes, hoping, praying for the men to not attack me. “Y-you promised after my mum recovers.” One by one I could hear them chuckling,

his new condo. He might be mad.” “You’re not going anywhere,” she pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him. Daniel gripped her waist, he pulled her closer and lifted the back of her shirt, he felt the subtle raised ink, not visible to the naked eye, hidden, discovered only through intimate touch. He traced the outline, his fingers turned; he tried to flip the hourglass. He tried to restart

came in. The police officer took my boss outside to speak with him. My co-workers and I joked around about who it was gonna be. I assured them that it was not anything I had done. When my boss came back inside he looked at me with genuinely worried eyes. He told me that I needed to go with the police officer, he could not tell me why but I just needed to go. I started to panic. My heart was beating louder than a drum and I could hear it radiating from my brain down to my toes. The short car ride felt

midnight, the instant the clock strikes twelve. The few first hours are dark and lifeless, save the few unreasonable souls that remain awake. The things that still stir during this time will soon be won over by sleep, joining the ranks of those whose eyes keep shut. These hours don’t quite count, because hardly any record of them exists. All we know is that the hours have passed, purely because our clocks tell us so, as if we hit a fast forward button and skipped through time. The darkness of the night

All Stars Must Go Out The day I emerged was the same day as the Great Darkness, the first one since all was new. The other girls tell me that there was no sound, but I like to imagine there was. Our sky, with each resplendent girl lighting her section, suddenly filled with a crushing darkness that fell in with a soft swish. The panicked screams silenced by the muffling blackness, and the pure terror flowing through their veins. I was still in my asteroid and did not have my starlight, but that

The hero focuses extremely in the old man's eyes and that was the reason for killing him. He mentions the discretion of his eyes in this quotation: " it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever". After killing him, he meets the policemen and asks them

In my search around the nearby parts of the building, I find something that brings back a heavy, sickening wave of memories. An infirmary. It’s just as stark white and sterile as the hospital I was in when this all started. I peer in the door, seeing two rows of beds, the heads against either wall, with patients lying in them, some awake and looking dazed, and others still sleeping soundly. A voice behind me makes me jump. “This room is for the people in recovery. There are more sections in our

6:30AM As the night winds to daytime, the sun’s rays met my eyes through my window. I finished sewing one of my latest creations. Not to brag, but the hand sewing job is one of the best I’ve done so far, matching thread color to the color of the poly fleece’s fabric color. What is this creation you might ask? Ha-ha, well it’s none other than a toy duck. A guy in his late teens making a toy duck, what’s the deal with that? Random things interest me, whether it’s designing something in Photoshop,