(Guess who’s back? Me, that’s who.)

_Digital Scriptures from days long forgotten float around the room, now only faint traces. Ancient machines, built eons ago by creatures outside our comprehension. They were our forefathers, our Prometheus. They birthed us from ingenuity and brilliance far beneath our own, and yet we would not be here without them_.

I move through the data room, the chill of ...

**POP**!

The cork flew through the air, the crowd cheering as the champagne flowed. He wasn’t here for drinks, sadly, he had a job to do. He looked across the crowded ball room, moving through the dancing couples like a snake in the grass. The slight tap in his pocket and the addition of weight told him everything he needed to know as he snaked back out, making his way to the door.

Or at least ...

He tinkers, it’s what he’s known for. Every day, he comes home from work and sits in that dimly lit, half finished basement as he fiddles with ancient computer hardware and prays his coding works. As he sits, welding hydraulics together, the start up noises from the old HealthKit he found in a thrift shop for 43$. It would finish up, the ancient fans drowning out the noise of the TTS script warmin...

(Been reading The Divine Comedy with Old Spanish Catholic music to get in the spirit. Hitting me in the feels, so I decided to roll with it. I know the last bit doesn’t rhyme technically but I was out of think juice)

I’m a man, with the upmost firvor

Explaining to you the troubles of this endeavor.

What ye seek to accomplish, though you dare admit to say

Magic comes with a price, are you willing...

I ache.

My heart doth quake.

The world crumbling around me as I lay alone in our bed.

The space where you used to sleep leaves me with wanting you back.

My brain is under attack as I question my choices.

“What could I had changed? What could I have rearranged that could’ve convinced you to stay?”

I stare at my phone screen, the blue light gleamed as I glean through my messages to see if you’ve ...

_Kennedy…Kennedy.._

He would jolt awake, soaking in the puddle of cold sweat that he laid in. He would rub his eyes, looking at the rinky-dink digital clock. _2:34.. Damnit.. _The pills the doc gave him aren’t working, even when he upped the dosage. He had been experiencing some signs of stress after his grandma’s funeral, and his parents told him to go get some help. Maybe they were right, but ...

_Two people stand in a void, an empty plain of bright light, a sensory deprivation chamber of swirling shapes and sounds just out the realm of comprehension. Both are identical yet different. One is younger, more lively and larger in size. The other is older, his face aged by time, his body more lean and muscular._

__

_The Younger speaks, his voice higher and without the heavier southern twang of...

The ancient man sat in his chair, taking long puffs from his pipe. His client was taking longer then expected, but no matter. He had all the time in the world, quite literally. His 12:00 came in, a little worn out but holding herself well as she always did.

“I’m so sorry, what with work and traffic-“

He would let out a hearty chuckle, retorting “Its no issue at all, dear. Come, sit and tell me a...

(Im proud of that title)

The soft humm of the CCTV tvs and jagged static had been filling his ears for the last couple hours, about driving him mad. If it didn’t pay so good, he’d be out like a light right about now. The clock kept ticking in the corner, 12:42 and 32 seconds…12:42 and 33 seconds.

“Jesus H. Christ…” He would rub his eyes, maybe if he went to grab some coffee-

RIIIINNNNNNGGGG. ...

Everything I touch dies.

Its what I was made for. My purpose, if you will.

I stand in a cement room, as I do every day, and watch as people are brought in, lined up like cattle for the slaughter. In a perfect world, theres no room for imperfection. I stand at the ready, as a woman in brought infront of me. She is obviously pregnant, holding inside her an unpure being. In a swift move, she falls...