The Chemicals Between UsColin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. “Congratulations!” it began. “You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners.” He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.The Chemicals Between Us
It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking
For the Good of the Species“It’s your first day, isn’t it?”For the Good of the Species
“Yes. Ah, actually, I’m just an intern. I’m supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti.”
“Simonetti? He’s on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says ‘Director of Genetic Integrity’, you can’t miss it.”
“Thanks! I’d better hurry, I’m almost late.”
Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.
Sparrow's HeartIn twilight, as sun sets on my last year, A message draws my gaze toward the west: A girl in black proffers to me a test, A sweet confession whispered in my ear.Sparrow's Heart
A sparrow's heart is beating in my breast: To think that love from friendship's seed had grown! A hand to hold, an eye to catch my own, Tranquility upon a sea of rest.
The heartbeat pacing in its cage of bone As if to burst forth to its calling twin Itself calls out, invites a lover in: Why let her spend another day alone?
But if her mouth should meet mine in a kiss, Those hearts might
::Alone::
Special BrewsI wandered lonely as a Tramp Who floats on high from sniffing glue, When all at once I saw a camp A crate of golden Special Brew; Beneath the trees there all alone, Ten thousand cans my very own.Special Brews
I danced beside the beers, but they Outdid my dancing in beauty:- A drunkard could not but be gay In such triumphant company: I drank - and drank - but little thought What curse to me the beer had brought:
For oft when off my bench I fall In vacant or in pensive mood. I wonder how I drank them all I wish that they could be renewed, And then m
Shucks, Woman
Spring Fever
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I am a writer too, I hope to see more of your work! I hope you see some of mine!
P.S. it is a DD well deserved!!
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8000- wait a sec Vegeta, you didn't do it right...
>Yes I did Nappa, yes I did...
Your a extremely talented writer! Do you want to be a writer one day?
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Trance Into Distant Skies...
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¿Que puede ser peor,dejar cicatrizar el corazon o simplemente extirparlo?
I really hope you post some new deviations sometime; the three I've read have all been amazing!
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-me: *shrugs * welcome to the Spinny express. We don't really know where we're going but it's an interesting ride.
PS: I'm going to see Porcupine Tree in Boston, too! Wheeee!
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