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In a world tainted with misery and faith stood a rift of color and race. A black and white world came to be as swiftly and sudden as a disaster would greet. The Blacks would scream out the flaws of their tainted world at the top of their exhausted lungs; savoring in the faint cigarette taste that coated over their scarred throats. The Whites would howl, preaching out the benevolence and pureness that their world radiated off to their selected race. They were different—but they were alike in ways they did not disclose. They inhaled life and exhaled death. They loved with their senseless hearts and hated with their logical minds. They all

     War was absolute hell.  And no one knew it better than Arthur Kirkland.  As he sat, soaked to the bone, fatigued, bruised and sore, half-starved in some God-forsaken trench, he clutched his gun to his chest.  He’d already seen so many of his countrymen die.  It was senseless, it was brutal!  And he was fucking terrified.     “We’re moving out!”  He heard the command called through the pouring rain, and stood mechanically, as if some otherworldly force pulled him along.  He had no more will to stand, no more will to fight.  He was used up.  He was broken and battered and he didn’t want to fight anymore.  &l

Stupid Snow “Snow, snow, snow, and more snow,” _______ griped, glaring at the white fluff as it engulfed her boots. “I hate snow.” Ivan chuckled but didn’t comment. It was common for most people to hate snow towards the end of winter, but _______ hated it before, during, and after, no matter the time or season. It was something she simply disdained. _______ kicked at a thick chunk of ice. She sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets, feeling unusually grouchy. It was like she could never get warm during winter; there was always a breeze that squeezed its way through a window, always a chill that seeped throug

“If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.” - Abbie Hoffman War can be a dark place, though that does not mean that everything is depressing.  And the battlefield, is not lifeless.  Lives may be lost, but there is most certainly lively activity occurring.  Many people recognized that fact and were able to act a bit happier then the normal conscious would allow each night at camp, even if there were less around the fire.  A group of six had understood it for a long period of time, after all they were countries, and had to learn.  But she knew it better then anyone else did, and wasn't afraid to sh

Friday evening, it was always a night full of sweet relief and laziness.  There was nothing that needed to be done, or at least right then and there.  Everything could be done tomorrow or the next day.  You made your way over to your couch, turning on the television as you did so.  As you sat down you let out a sigh of relief.  The week had been busy, and you were happy that it was finally over.  You weren’t even aware of what was running on the television, it was just there for background noise.  But there was one thing that was not in the background, and that was your phone.  The beeping sound found its way into your head, it was anno

Head resting softly on her hand, she stared across the table at the man sitting opposite from her. She took in the asymmetrical umber tufts that fell over a wide forehead, the thick eyebrows knitting together over olive brown eyes steely like those of a bird of prey and the strong angles of his face. He was a strikingly handsome man. She stifled a yawn. She was bored to death. Granted, he was fine-looking, but he was as dull as dishwater. He barely spoke a word and she was reaching fast her tolerance limits. This blind date was the worst idea ever. He focused on the elaborate dish that lay in front of him and she cast about trying to distra