Virtual Reality - Chapter 3 - Picked Up Chapter 3 - Picked UpVirtual Reality - Chapter 3 - Picked Up3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
The corridor made our footsteps echo much louder than I liked. A creaking floorboard sent me into a frenzy to which the other two just looked at me weird. I shook it off and continued down, checking every door. All were locked.
"This is the only one we haven't checked." I announced before pushing on it. It swung open and inside lay barrels stacked to the ceiling leaving just enough room to walk through. Felix stepped up to look in over my shoulder.
"Barrels!" He screeched to which I ducked in fear. "Nope, nope, nope I am not going in there, bro."
"The barrels "
"Whatever, wait here then." I crept into the barrel closet unable to see anything. "Lantern!"
"Catch!" It hit me in the back of the head making me topple forward.
A Handful Of Flour-must readAs I sit here, I cry a tearA Handful Of Flour-must read12 years ago in Free Verse
Something horrid happened
1849 was the year.
Beautiful, scared Lake County
Was the place of horror
A handful of flour was the bounty.
You see, two men had Pomo's work
The horses, the fields, whatever really.
Kelsey and Stone, both were jerks.
Raping children was fun and games
If parents said no they were hung from a tree.
Oh, the endured so many shames.
For the hours they toiled they were paid
Four cups of flour to feed huge families.
Onto rocks at night their heads laid.
As it came to pass, two Indians had a plan
Steal some horses last at night
One buffalo would feed many a man.
Something went wrong, I don't know how
But Old Stone and Kelsey wound up dead
Listen closely it gets really bad now.
Three weeks came and then they went
The Pomo's feared the days and nights
That the soldiers will be sent.
They started to feel safe and sound
But they kept a watch out
They knew they'd be around.
Finally the US Army came over the hill
Everyone hid in the lake with tul
Skye's History: prt 2Skye's History: prt 25 years ago in Short Stories
"Well, those next eight years were spent with him mindlessly killing, robbing, torturing, and dissecting victims of all kinds, and developing his powers and seeing to the extent he could use them. Hmhmm~! I hope your taking notes kid. We've only dived about halfway into this terribly...fascinating tale."
Daniel at this point was thoroughly intrigued. His hands had remained clasped this whole time, but his grip was tighter now, so much so that his knuckles were blazing white with pressure.
"I am taking good account of all things you say, informer. What I'm really interested in now though is just how he ascended into this powerful ah "
"Dictatorship?" The cloaked man inquired, figuring out the word for him.
Made of NothingMade of Nothing4 years ago in Philosophical
Fast Foreword: A Brief Introduction
Why are people so eager to tell me when they find God, but they never mention where he was hiding? Sorry, that's just been bugging me. Now about my essay I made it educational and concise, but I also tried to include some humor so it wouldn't read like an obituary column for any beliefs you may have had. To put it bluntly, this article's as likely to erase your faith in God as the Tanya Harding sex tape.
Okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious. Some people couldn't be convinced that God doesn't exist if God himself descended from the heavens just to announce that he doesn't exist. Even among otherwise critical thinkers, religion seems to be more or an emotional appendage than anything else. Trying to use reason to talk someone out of their religion seems as futile and incendiary as trying to logically convince someone they've married the wrong person. But I