cataps

Tutorial: Arnold watched his grandfathers legs under the machine as he squired to try and get is such a position that the hot pipes weren't' digging into his back. Arnold knew because he had just been down there to expect the shoddy welding that had held the machine together. "By the high one, your right that this stuff is awful, how the heck was it being held together by this, get me the welder head from the bag, will ya?" Arnold sighed and walked to the wall where the tool bag was and rummaged in it until he come up with the small electric welder head, he turned and then handed it to his grandfather and it disappeared along with his hand

I know what it is to be alone, unheard of and unwritten, to listen and not speak. Am I to always be a supporting character or will I ever be always the listener. Will I go and write a book of my story's or will I listen to others create theirs. Where will I go, to the lands of adventure or will I be fine with the life I live with out risk or worry, a life of small gifts that make the day brighter. Or will they one day sour and stagnate like food on the counter, become stale even as I tell myself that they are the freshest they will always be, the every day fruits of repletion and solace the only adventure being that of travel from work to ho

Never ending was scarcely the word. Ganra slowed down and glanced backwards. The men that had been chasing after her had seemed too disappeared and there wasn't a sound. It was dark and she trailed a hand against the wall to make sure she didn't loose track of her direction. It felt different than the under ground tunnels of Helsphere. It was damp stone and it was colder than it would have been in the tunnels. She drew her arms around her and shivered. How long did this passage go? Never ending seemed to be the word, she let one hand drift to the was and panicked as she realized it was no longer stone. It was soft and felt like ribs under

There once was a time I chilled with my brothers. Tall, handsome, whole and full of a half pint of promise as the day began. I was on top of the others in the center of it all. Right and left my brothers were taken by the hands of fate that fell upon us, each hoping for the best and wishing each other a due as they left. Then I was finally picked, after bidding a due to my brothers, I was whisked off to a land of noise and confusion. I was tortured while the promises were slowly drained from me. I came to realize I was nothing to the hands of fate. Beside me, lettuce screamed as it was squired and devoured by fate. Grapes gasped there last a

I have wandered the streets for days now, its dark and dampness sucks the warmth from my body. No one is around; all have left with their lives. Their bodies dry and decompose as I watch. Why was I spared? This question haunts my every waking moment like a fly on a carcass. My family is gone and not even my children, Cindy 12 and Harold 9, were spared from this disease. They died such horrible deaths, first the hallucinations, and then came the shivers and blood flecked coughing. Then slowly suffocating from the liquidation of their lungs, all over the course of 3 weeks. It was horrible, their crying and whimpers, my empty reassurances th