

Going NowhereGoing Nowhere Faster than Ever BeforeGoing Nowhere
Technological and Social Stagnation in 21st-century America
Imagine the pride 300 million people feel from living in one of the most technologically advanced nations in the world. Among those people and their ancestors are the great thinkers who blessed the world with the electric lamp, alternating current electricity, and many, many other devices. In fact, in this great nation, as well as several others, so many devices have been invented or improved in the past 50 years that it is easy for one to find themselves feeling as if the world has moved further in 50 years than it has


StrangeI think it's strange, I sit under this tree, that Bush is for some. Not me.Strange


Revenge - Chapter 1Chapter 1: Niam Tsinogatna paced back and forth. The news that his friend, Deyney, had almost killed another friend while out hunting, continued to bother him. What would the people think? He decided to ask his butler.Revenge - Chapter 1
“John,” he addressed his butler of twelve years.
“That’s ‘Bon,’ sir,” Bon replied obsequiously.
“Whatever, y’all got three letters in common anyway,” Niam retorted.
“Actually, sir,” Bon started.
“See, that’s the problem with you, lad. There’s three kinds ‘a peoples in this world. Those who can count, and those who can’t. Y’all got three letters in common.” &


The StraightjacketThe red phone next to the glass rang only once before being picked up. On one end was a quirky-looking girl of a little less than average height, on the other end was a frazzled, exhausted, and unpredictable-looking woman of precisely five feet and six inches.The Straightjacket
“Hello, mother dear,” the young woman inside the cell said in a sincerely glad-to-see-you voice. Estalia was not the kind of person who belonged in an asylum, but she just happened to be there anyways. She didn’t even look like the kind of person you would find in an asylum, either; her eyes always seemed focused on a sane task, her hair was neat, and her


Perfection's FollyA lone archer stands on a hill top. Tall and slender, his every aspect complement the trade that he has so religiously perfected. Accompanied only by a great willow, this instrument of annihilation, an emissary created in the image of a reflection in the river styx, stands poised in a position all to familiar to him. A vantage more natural than sleeping.Perfection's Folly
To him breathing, and eating were efforts. But this, was perfection. He was at rest in his undertakings. Around him the heavens blaze, spiraling up and in as if the storm itself wished to experience the world from his eyes.
Devious Comments
I especially like your Satire deviation about Priscilla.
Keep up the creativity!
- Taylor
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In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby,
I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky...
Just a correction...I think I'm not supposed to upload assignments, so they've been removed.
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"I'm not enlightened. I don't know what I'm going to have for dinner tonight; I don't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning!" ~ Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Llama.
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BUKAKKE LOL
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