AlternatesWhat are we?What are we?Are we human? Are we people, too? Or are we something more? Or maybe something less. To sit and ponder your very substance - at least she knows she's real. But what are we?I want to understand, to know, to make sense of it all.
Green From AshesI was born in a garden, barefoot among the sprouts and everything was green and everything was living and I was living.I grew up in a garden, right along side flowers I so carefully cultivated and tended to, and they tended to me.I was alone in my garden with people passing by outside the gate or stepping in to pick a flower to take.I didn't mind sharing the garden because each blossom was so unique but I did wish everyone would be more careful where they stepped.I wanted to share my garden so I handed out the flowers though some people still
Waldo Canyon 2012what are you supposed to do when the air you're trying to breathe is made of ash? it slips down your throat and suffocates you while the taste of destruction lingers on your tongue and you know it'll never go away no matter how much water you drinkwhat are you supposed to do when suddenly the world around you and everything you've ever held onto is made of smoke? black and white and gray, it billows and wraps around your mind and smothers you and you'll never think clearly againwhat are you supposed to do when the heat of th
Mad Wonderland -14-Back in Marmoreal, the White Queen was trying every different combination of magical ingredients that she good, but none yielded an antidote that would counteract the poison in Alice's veins. With each combination, she grew more frustrated, muttering to herself. In the back of her mind she feared that Alice would never make it back in time to even take an antidote but she tried to push away this thought. Her agitation only made her get more frustrated every time she failed and in a fit like nothing anyone had seen out of her since she took her vows, she shouted and shoved an armful of her equipment off the table. Instruments crashed and shattered, glass tinkling across the floor as Mirana leaned forward over the bare table, tears sliding down her cheeks. The healing arts, she was supposed to be good at the healing arts! If anyone could figure out the antidote, it would be her.She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. Oh, yes, you're a wonderful queen, Mirana, she thought to h