Remote ControlThis story starts not at the begginingbut the endAs we rewind back the lengthy hands of timeIn reverse the scene seems strangeAfterwards each piece will take its placeThis limp son liesMotionless, but a twitchThe liquid surrounding him is slowly soaked upA mother's tears rise to her faceShe rises to her feet and takes a step backHis body sits upright and rigidEyes open wideThe burning metal cone exits his skullThe hole, no longer red, or existantThe cold steel jumps from the floor to her handHer finger, clenched, is released from around itHands travel behind her backThe sheets float over himTears fly to her eyesThe door is pushed shutSilenceStop.The clock is at zeroPlay is pressedIt goes by too fastsilence. click. swish. yawn. plod, plod.
For Life, For Love When it comes to love and relationships, penguins are of a very special breed. Once a penguin chooses a mate, they usually stay together for life. Truly a monogamous species. I sat there beside her; the movie had been finished for a while now. We just sat in silence holding each other. It had been so long since we had last been able to do so. One year? Or maybe it had already been two. The thing is, we both knew that the time didn't matter anymore, only that we were together now. We had met however long before this, and have loved each other forever since. This love is an unfortunate one though. Since our first and last two months together, it has never exactly been the same. Courtship varies among the species. It generally begins with both visual and auditory displays. In many species, males display first to establish a nest site and then to attract a mate. There I was, one member in a circle of people, nearly all of us are strang