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I've got a few Ones in my wallet; A handful of dollars to get by. Just enough cash to fill my tank; and get me home to see you. It's been too long since I saw you, since I held you in my arms. This distance might just kill me, if the cold doesn't first. I know I'll see you soon but that's not soon enough. I want to be with you and do all the things we usually do. What's the first thing we'll do? Probably hug for a while. Then play some games is what I'd want to do. Maybe after that I'll play you a song or two. Maybe you'll sing a little to me. Getting some pizza sounds good to me; and maybe a stop at Dairy Queen. I'll see you soon, just

Smart but lazy. Creative but shy. Wanting to be active but enjoying staying in my room. Wanting to make new friends but preferring to be alone.    How did my life get to this point? How did I end up like I was in high school? I thought college was supposed to be different. Maybe it's just me. New dorm to live in, same result. I don't know how to start a conversation with someone I don't know. I can barely start one with someone I consider a friend. Maybe it's that I'm uncomfortable in social situations. Maybe I just don't like to be around other people. I want to be around people but I want to be acknowledged. But to be acknowledged you hav

     The engine of the vitus hummed quietly as the vehicle travelled through the farmlands that populated the area surrounding the city of Vashnir. Mink sat behind the controls and bobbed his head back and forth to the music that was playing in his head. The words were fuzzy but the tune was still as clear as it was the first day he heard it back home. Home. This was one of the few times Mink would let himself remember what life was like before he was brought to the Yirbik galaxy. Studying history at school, trying to draw the simplest things, writing the occasional terrible poem, but the thing he missed most was the camp he had spent four su

     There’s something soothing about the twists and turns that one encounters while driving down a back road. The rhythm of the road as the car gently bounces from the texture of the unpaved road. Sometimes you may be lucky and get a well maintained paved road. I tend to get a little jumpy if the road is too smooth.     The week at camp had just finished and I was ready to get home. This week wasn’t bad since it was the youngest kids that come to camp but it was pretty stressful. In fact my neck had begun to stiffen from all the stress. It would probably take a couple of days of R&R would loosen myself back up and get me ready

     Long ago the first inhabitants of Vashnar lived on the plains along the coast. Very few traveled into what would be known as the Ran Mere. The few who did were faced with horrors they never expected; scynias, volkas, riccions, and tivors. These beasts were found throughout the forests of the Ran Mere and the vashnarians had only fire to defend themselves while on the ground.     One day while a group of vashnarians were out hunting a large scynia, they noticed creatures that were following them in the tops of the insi trees. They pretended not to notice them and continued to follow the trail of the scynia through the trees until they re

     The sewers smelled like an odd mixture of turpentine and vomit. Mink seemed to not care about the muck that was covering his zirits. On the other hand Sau was regretting wearing his armor; at least now he’d have the excuse of spending sometime cleaning his armor like he used to. Back in his days with the Peltasts, when everything had a standard that was inspected every hour. Waking iprings (hours) before the rise of Iplier while training on Woms in order to prepare his gear to meet the regulations. Then he was stationed on Vashnar and the regulations were relaxed too much for his tastes. When he was promoted to ampi and his men qui

How many words that are written go unread? How many words that are spoken go unheard? How many chances are missed? How many sensations are lost in this world of ours? I'm one of the biggest culprits of unwritten stories, unspoken words, opportunities neglected, and dead sensations. I wish I could change that. But it's just my nature. Maybe one day all the things in my head will be free for others to ignore.

Where is the road, I must follow? Where is the road, That will lead me home? My time has come at last To travel back that path. Where is the road, I must follow? My life is coming closed And my eyes are ever weary. My days on this Earth Are surely numbered. But my final days will bright If I travel home tonight. Down that road that I must surely follow. Where is the road, I must follow? Where is the road, That will lead me home? My time has come at last To travel back that path. Where is the road, I must follow? Please allow me dear, this one last view of you. Allow me this one little rest. I’m sorry but I’m leaving and you,