Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S3 by JAStar4, literature
Literature
Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S3
In the morning, the woman walked down a white-walled hallway. Glass windows shimmered over her head. Pools of light illuminated the hallway from the glass windows above.
The woman wore a black dress shirt, with a tight black dress that hugged around her hips. An upgrade from the outfit she wore the night before. One that made her seem inferior in every way.
Her hand lifted up from her side. She held her hand up ask her eyes glistened at her stunning reflection in the glass door.
A computer screen appeared in front of her face. Scanning her eyes within minutes. A simple clicking sound, told the woman when the computer was done.
Uncovered (Book One in the Last Resort Series) by JAStar4, literature
Literature
Uncovered (Book One in the Last Resort Series)
Description
They lived in a time, where technology was used in everyday life when people could fly, and heroes were born. Then one group’s actions took this world from them.
The heroes hid to live again. People were split from their families. The land was fought over. Cities became ruins of the remind that the world was once peaceful.
A new age has begun. The world they knew is now unrecognizable. The ones they adored are left in the past. But the past, won't stay where it belongs.
PART ONE The Change
ELISirens echoed through the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase to
I feel empty and depleted.
I am drained and so defeated.
I have nothing left.
It seems my heart wasn't enough.
Days are years with little sleeping
You say my character is steeping.
I have bled to fill
Your fountain pens. Dissect me again.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have asked too much
And I'm drying up.
I'm reduced to embers.
But if you would just leave
Me room to breathe,
Then maybe I could recover.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much
You are worth so much more
Than grades or good health;
Than rules followed
Or tasks completed.
You are flawed.
You aren't perfect.
But you're human,
And it's beautiful.
You are worth so much more
Than sabotage or sellouts;
Than words whispered
Behind your back.
You are misfit.
You aren't perfect.
But you're human,
And it's beautiful.
It Never Felt as Warm as it Should by Vegetabelle, literature
Literature
It Never Felt as Warm as it Should
Nothing goes as planned.
I told you if you fell, I’d fall too,
Connecting you to me like this.
But I was walking a tightrope,
And fell through the ceiling tiles.
In all this clatter between my ears I find
It's too late for you to stop and think,
But I wish you would open your eyes now.
Your eyes are shining, but oh, so dim.
I don’t know what’s happening,
And so I’m fashionably numb—
Blame it on the winter we’ve had.
I believed I had found a way around it.
I know it doesn't add up when you put it on paper,
And I kind of think I realize that
I don’t know what the truth is.
I don’t see it. Oh did I
It was a hard pill to swallow,
Without any sugar-coating.
You dissolved into me when crushed.
I tried to drain my veins of you
But you’re there in the marrow
Of my bones, regenerating;
Transposing into my
every drop of blood
Our artificial substance.
It still pulls under my skin
When you get too close.
Your fingerprints in my dreams
Are the only things that dissipate.
You still taste so bitter,
And it never quite goes away.
If a tree falls in a forest
It creates a disturbance
In the surrounding matter.
If perceived, sound occurs.
If unperceived, arguably
It has created only waves.
When the lightning strikes,
And the wind blows,
And the rain is too heavy to see through,
Roots splinter and break.
When people crash and stay down,
Sound is the last thing people care about.
The Secret Code We all Use by Vegetabelle, literature
Literature
The Secret Code We all Use
I am a tightly-coiled
Bundle of amino acids
Making up proteins;
Organelles;
Cells;
Tissues;
Organs.
Somewhere in all of that
Genetic material,
There’s a code that says
“This is a girl,
And she has
Mahogany-brown hair,
Fair skin,
Greenish-bluish-grayish eyes,
Small, thin lips,
And occasional freckles.
She will be
On the upper-end of average
For weight,
And the lower-end of average
For height.
Her bioelectricity
Saves information well,
Even if some data-bridges decay,
And generates new information
On a fairly regular basis,
Even if there are sometimes
Painful aftershocks
From processing so much,
And there’s a glitch in
He
I spread my arms and feel the rush
Of pounding blood
Through my transept,
And arch—
Bend over backwards for you
To see through to
My rose windows
Stained with emotions and memories
(—Mysterious blues that you still don’t
Understand the chemical nature of—)
That shed light on
The inside,
Holding secrets within
My syn-apse-s
As you turn back towards my facade,
Which is gilded, but still stone beneath,
And desperately in need of buttresses—
External supports
To keep from crumbling,
But you’re just a tourist,
And you have no intention
Of building those.