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a child's innocence is sacred, carried proudly in school bagpacks and the newest trend of clothing. their eyes sparkle with possibilities and hope. a child steps foot into their safe space, mommy and daddy told them school is the safest after home. instead there was hurried footsteps, the deafening sound of gunshots, small dead bodies dropping and the taste of grief and blood in the air. the intercom is the only hope, trying to make sense of the situation and look for another authority figure to just crush their hopes all over again.

a child's innocence is shown through the lack of know since mommy and daddy told them politics is too old. but how do u explain to a child politics failed them, failed their teachers and their best friends. they dont see fault in those "politics" who are those? their grief for their friends will always show.

her - it was never supposed to happen, it was accidental. me and him...i couldn't hear, he was a traumatized man. he went through countless abuse, however when he smiled, the whole world was coated in sunlight. he was too good for me.

when dreams lulled me to sleep, i imagined his voice, rough but gentle holding my hands as we walked along the shore, waves crashing. in this world i would speak, i could hear, i spoke fluent english, his smile was wider. he called me his flower. oh if only...ariel has always been my favorite disney princess, her story was truly lovely. if only such a villian existed to cure my disease of just being able to hear my beloved.

him - to me she was the lighthouse in my vast dark ocean. she made me cry out of joy, how was i capable of loving such a woman. her beautiful eyes spoke all the words she needed to say. i loved reading her. if only she understood how much i had yearned for her.

when the world got tough, all i do is think of her. her beautiful hair, her gorgeous eyes, her lips. if a Goddess is walking upon earth, it will be her.

the day she died. my heart shattered, completely. she never ended up hearing everything i ever wanted to tell her, i will start forgetting her face and that to me was the biggest torture life could adhere on me. i threw her ashes on the sandy beach. it flew in the wind, i planned this place months ago to write it all in the sand, spilling my guts out.

loyal like a dog. A phrase i would like to describe Christianity and Every other Major Religion. dogs are loving and caring, protective when an entity hurts their owners and defends them even if their lives are on their line just like religion.

The Great Beginning is subjective. however credit comes when its needed, the Universe is too perfect too detailed for it to be natural. sure it could be an extremely one in a googol to the power of itself coincidence because its so powerful and so rare for something like this to ever happen outside of galaxies and what makes us, atoms, neutrons, every small tiny thing in the universe to the biggest. We are all bred to be loyal to something just like a dog.

Cily was not scared of horror movies at all even at a young age. She knew horror movies were not in makeup but in real Lif. Cily became a chemist after escaping the island she called home. For years she was under the radar, that island was her home just like how her 369 siblings called it. She liked studying chemistry, atoms were key just like the 3-6-9 theory Tesla proposed.

3 is Lithium, 6 is Carbon, 9 is Fluorine. Lif is the chargers, magnets. 6 is the in the middle like in between the outer poles of Earth, it is her being charged with energy. Carbon beings not only contribute after death where they dissolve into Earth, they impact negatively or positively.

Cily knew the dangers, she was brave even after all she went through. She predicted the future with science and facts. She predicted instead of climate change, humans will create their own despair. Huge acts of genocides and war would comence the population into obeying leaders to their feet, there will be research and advances to place the rich-rich to planets far from the stench of the poor. The rich-rich would form organizations against the poor hiding it under advocacy but the poor would be too poor to notice. And with the uprise in wars and allies, democracy would shut down, people being silenced. No one can be different or fall out of line, everything is now traditional.

Cily was a victim to this. She cannot let it happen. Everyone around here adapted easily. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."

The Rebirth was one century ago. a new Age, a Restart. the Age of the Organic and Flesh was over. we dont know what age we are in, its too early in the start. usually people who specialize in history finds out later when the pieces of the Age comes together. the whole world turned cold and empty. when the age of Organic and Flesh ended so did the idea of God and his Holiness.

the Restart began right when the Age of Organic and Flesh started. it started with happiness, then despair then happiness. this cycle continued, new systems were implemented, new systems turned people against each other instead of turning to each other. systems collapsed, ideas were kidnapped and shoved soon the people of O&F gave up. Power ruined everything.

i put on my headphones, headphones were banned for some reason maybe because it was an outdated device that cant withstand our new technology but i seen multiple of my classmates use them. i dont see them anymore though. i got these from a sketchy spot but they worked and i wanted to listen to the radio. i hate listening to other people's radios in the streets and in the trains. i navigated through the streets, there were no maps or street names, just arrows and if ur lucky enough, a sign with a code. decode it or not it doesnt help.

i sat on the pier in a secluded spot of the forest near a swamp. a breeze wafted across the water, a heavy canopy of trees hovered over me. i tried to take my headphones off but it wouldn't budge. it became One with me, tangling with my veins. the roots of the trees inched and inched, a buzz filled my head. i slumped onto the wood of the pier and decomposed into nothing but wires. this was the Age of Mechanics where the flesh and the programmed fought to be Real.

tw: gore, mention of body parts, mention of pedos

my home overlooked the country club, the sun beat down against the grassy horizon. i settled down on the porch, sipping on tea. "I dreamed of this since I was a kid." i told the man beside me. he looked up at the horizon. i shared some jokes, my voice flowing with the winds through the quiet atmosphere of my kitchen. i got ready for the bed, that heart to heart was a few months ago after he had broke the news to me that he had to leave due to business. that is always the excuse.

i had washed my hair, done the laundry and had my late night TV show on, all i needed was a big muscular body and arms holding me. i already clean anyways, a man's body would mess up my smooth sheets.

i woke up bright and early, i told myself i am gonna have a field day in the country club. rich old men without anything to do preying on young women or girls. i managed to bring home the wealthiest man, he called me his eye candy.

i popped a sweet freeze-dried eye into my mouth, I slurped that optic nerve like spaghetti. I finally got the recipe right. YUM!! it had no freezer burn and the eye was healthy, no diseases i see. i cooped up a healthy one. i closed my freezer, it smelled to metallicly, i am not a vampire! I smiled as i sat down on my couch, next to my ken doll. two victories today. i managed to start my operation ken doll with a healthy looking male. he managed to keep his muscles, i worked hard to keep his curls healthy and alive. Perfect! i relaxed with my ken, talking to him. No response. i might need to learn how to make a conversation device. it sure gets lonely around here!

{so uh first time writing horror. feedback is very appreicated!!!

my Parents had been lying to me. there were no birds chirping, no goats yodelling, no squirrels, no sun. Smoke over shadowed it. Just screams and cries after screams and cries. dead EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE. tents set up across the streets as far as i could see, the majestic mountains i used to look up from my confined window loomed over me. Everything was Bigger than me. i walked past a couple of girls in short clothing, one of them was naked and stripped. a couple of blocks down was an armed gang. a few families begged, at nothing,no one walked this area anyways. no jobs too, it seems the only thing to do is sell ur body and soul.

i thought i would find my purpose but i didnt. the world is miserable, my Parents blame it on this thing called politics. I Got My Taste Of Freedom. when will we humans balance freedom and control?

tw: mention of suicide

every second counts, every achievement, every emotions. theres no stopping the inevitable, i either die or i live, it does not matter anyways i have nothing to look forward to in the future. i collected my papers, i tried to sabotage it, writing the most vile things i ever done even if its not true. my assigned Elder found it and threw it in the trash, i had to write a new one. i cringed at my new papers.

this is the society we live in, a letter to the Head just to convince it we should keep OUR heads. even with the advancement of tech, medicine and comfort in 2409, only the Rich and Wealthy can afford it. all of us middle and lows fight over the leftovers. it was advised in my best interest to find a male and mate, its the only thing we do naturally in the 24th century just like history. i did not heed this advice, making my application weaker. all my friends who got to live are now miserable with a male that they did not want, only got together for benefits. no such things as divorce as they would call it in the 21st century, only silence and the occasional arguments i was forced to hear and comfort. the Head is known to be lenient to parents, its to keep the population afloat, news have been flowing that people have been committing suicide before their 18 birthday. pressure and anxiety always will be the kyrponite of us humans even the most advanced civilizations had flaws that cracked deep. i tried this tatic, i was stopped immediately by my Elder. i was unlucky enough to get a clingy one. They Do Not Care About You, It Is Fake.

I approached The Computer, it scanned my iris, my chip on my neck. The Computer was painted in a golden light, bright, a beacon of hope. Hoping Is Another Flaw In Human. "insert Life into the slide," it beeped. i did as i was told. usually people would flee and escape but theres no point. it takes the computer 2 minutes to look over everything, from ascentry to present you. i had no history, my mom and dad died even though they had me at 16. Two Minutes to look over something complicated and intriguing, that is what it all comes down to. its been 2 minutes, The Computer beeped, green. "Pass." i could feel it smirk at me. i faded into oblivion. I Was Part Of A System Now. This Was Not Living, It Is Proving I Am Worthy Of Being A Slave To The System. It knew.