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“Claire Andrew”             Claire looked up, first taken by the S.C.U as a synthoid, then the KGB as a witness, now by the Rogue as a hostage. She remembered when all what worried her was getting good grades, and passing university, now it was about survival, all what she had learned was useless.     A man with pale skin and pure white hair walked into the room with a pistol in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. “You gonna talk, Missy, because if you continue with your I don’t know bit, you are going to be making this room a lot more red.” “I won’t say anything, you—“He put the gun aga

 The words echoed plainly against the pillowed-walls of my mind, coming out in high-pitched screams that sounded like a monkey’s wailing. My consciousness had regressed over time, making it easier to ignore but the feeling of guilt was still there, if blunt. Born in Langely, Virginia, and living in a Latin American valley home to various scum, I don’t think I ever had to feel this way before. And in all honesty, I wasn’t born in Langely, Virginia. But the man’s voice was well calculated, cold, and almost unaware that the target was still human, nonetheless on our payroll “There’s a man out there who wants to ta

Beautiful Nightmare “Emergency news bulletin.” “In other news, the Shadowgate Corporation considers the attack on its research facility in downtown Tokyo on the New Soviet Union, claming that the KGB has been using its investigative power corruptly, and sending false information for its own purpose, the evidence that Shadowgate has been using is the numerous reports the KGB has released about what if claims the S.C.U [synthoid control unit], claming it is not a special forces unit to hunt down rogue synthoids, but that it has been used as a secret police, hunting and killing anyone who is a threat to Shadowgate and its conglo

Title: When you smile… Through broken Arabic, a smiling Cossack told his tale to the freshly awoken genie. He showed his battered rifle, the bayonet shattered and the wood painted a dark red from the last gift of the genie’s master. The genie frowned. He spoke with a monotone voice of thunder, “Three wishes. Speak now.” The Cossack sharply whispered, “First and Second wishes are the same: grand third wish. Third Wish: I become you, and you become me.” The Genie softly screamed, “I can’t…” “You must.” The genie turned the Cossack’s body into dust The Cossack’s smil

Poems of the Madgod "Things are big only because they are small, otherwise they wouldn't fit into all the places they are. After all, dust is everywhere so wouldn't that make it big? You see, you are made up of a lot of small bits. Many small bits. In fact, you cannot even comprehend what you are like at a basic level, at the smallest bits despite how much you think. And you were thinking you could categorize a God?" “They say you are what you are, and you are what you eat. If you eat meat, you’re a carnivore, if you eat plants; you prefer to imagine the screams of a creature that cannot run away from you. If you eat both, you mig