World Stories

Fighting the EverdarkThe room was black as pitch, but for the harsh glare of an aging laptop. It was the kind that would creak in eerie protest of the stress it's owner, the Author, was sure to impose upon it as her jagged nails tapped across the keys. The laptop, her instrument of discovery, washed the Author's face in a ghostly light. Her eyes were wide and dry and darkly rimmed. Her mouth was pressed into a hard white...

The subdued yellow glow of lampposts served as my makeshift milestones as I trudged down the road. Humidity choked the post-storm air. The storm had raged for hours; there had been reports of widespread flooding and destruction. Revealed in the now cloudless sky, though, were the vermiculite wisps of nebulae, a rare sight so close to the city. It was late, and I could not sleep, as my insomnia had become an all too common...

To the moon I said for our summer recess if for no other reason than to feel weightlessness We'll jump over a crater and grab some moon rocks as souvenirs. But, said the boss the cost is high the risk is great and the temperature is oh so low at night Why don’t we we stay local instead and see what our world has to offer We flew to London to see Big Ben and castles and knights We saw a princess but nary a queen appeared F...

Stand fast or the world will eat you aliveWith no remorse nor blink of an eyeYou think it gives a shit whether you live or die?Why don’t you off yourself and give it a tryYou’ll find you get more credit dead,The world will spit on you till you can’t even breatheWithout even the courtesy of brushing its teeth.Till all you want is a hot showerWipe away the day’s saliva, hop in bed and cowerWith fear paranoia regret and sham...

What lies tomorrow we do not know. On the narrow and straight road I desire to go. Destiny eludes our grasp and you wish that life was drawn out like a map. Nuclear tension no longer needs a prescription. Mother Nature chants a death song but few are listening.Financial solutions, says the expert can solve our troubled evolution.Many will be hiding behind religion.Money, some believe is the key that will unlock the vault...

Upon the discovery in France in May of 2001 of twenty British soldiers killed in the battle of Arras on April 9th 1917.   In equal brotherhood they came, Embraced by Liberty who stands Together with the harlot Fame Beside the graves of gallant bands. One such were they, I see them all - Twenty sons seduced by Valour, Who sweetly smiled and let them fall Into crimson mud and pallor. With reverence their grave behold: Unite...