A Witch HuntHakrel stared into space as he lifted the mug to his mouth. Azim gazed attentively at the old man, black and blue ink staining his lined face in exotic patterns. The old hunter didn't pay her any attention as he finished his drink, placing it on the wooden table in view of the barkeep. The apprentice waited patiently as he internally debated.
Illuminated in the orange glow of several dozen torches, a crowd of men clad in long coats and wide hats marched from a wood-shrouded village. Vengeful purpose drove their boots through the puddles dotting the dirt road, their gloved hands dutifully fastened around brass rifles and powder charges. The women watched them go in dangerous silence, their own faces either shining with apprehension or dimmed by grim approval.
As planned, the party divided into smaller groups that proceeded into the dark forest along different routes. So terrible was their presence that the nocturnal creatures of the woods made themselves scarce. A long simmering wrath h
Faceless SuitsGun smoke swirled through the dead silence of a dim hotel room. Sean sat on the bed, the revolver still warm in his hands. Moira hadn't moved from the corner, her horrified expression froze in place as she gazed at the corpse near the door. A black suit and tie adorned a haunting figure devoid of features with skin as white as paper. It had no face, no ears, and there was no blood.
Sean didn't know what had just happened. Moira's last scream echoed in his ears. All at once the haze cleared from his mind as a single thought snapped his head around.
"We have to go." His urgent tone pulled Moira from her own dull panic and she stood up. A floor down they heard the screech of tires and slamming doors, but no sirens. Hastily but without a word the two grabbed only the necessities and dashed into the hall.
"No! Not the elevator!" Moira shouted, leading the way to the fire exit. Single drops fell through the calm city from a black sky. Pulling their coats on they made their way down the alley
Manifesto of the Civil ConglomerateThe critical flaw in democracy is that people are inherently hedonistic creatures willing to cause undue hardship upon their fellow man to elevate themselves. Even when they do act in the interests of the whole, their judgment is impaired by their ignorance and the decisions they make will invariably lead to more harm than good. This is because hedonism and ignorance are byproducts of the human instinct of greed.
Greed served mankind well in the early days as its ancestors lived in caves and fought for survival every minute. Then, it was the manifestation of safety; enough food not to have to hunt, safety from predators, comfort from the elements. That drive was crucial to keeping the species alive. But as humanity developed civilization, its environment changed. The new artificial world of towns and cities, tools and weapons, agriculture and industry, and universal surplus has satisfied those necessities.
Yet greed remained. Unable to adapt so quickly to that new world where its purpo
Requiem for the YouthMy love forlorn has got me torn
For they sealed my fate before I was born
To fuel their greed through evil deed
Boys for war is what they need
Instilled in we an apathy
To kill a man who's just like me
They say to fight for what is right
But how grotesque is the sight
Of life and love in that dove
Impaled by hatred from above
Fear and anger bred of danger
Until the mirror shows a stranger
This damage can I rectify
When all I know is but a lie
How can we say that we are free
As this torture fulfills our glee
Within this storm we are rendered torn
For our fate was sealed before we were born
The Killer's ConvictionI do not hate the enemy. They're not like me, they are me. Family, friends, hopes, dreams, aspirations, plans for the future, unrealized potential to help humanity. Maybe we're all just victims of the powerful's lusts for more, products of an uncaring society that favors horrifying violence over diplomacy, control over cooperation. We have more in common with each other than with any of those that sent us here.
But here we are. The cultures our peoples grew, the political agendas they're governed by, the social circumstances in which their members live, these all have driven our paths to cross in this crucible of death and dominance, flesh and steel, fear and conviction. These titanic, complex, and intricate factors beyond our control all have conspired to leave us no choice but to kill one another. It's me or him.
I will kill the enemy. Whether or not I believe in it, I will carry out the will of my people. And for that reason I do not bear the burden of this terrible act alone. For t
Miss AmericaI love this girl, even though I have every reason not to. An addict living in a bad neighborhood in unsanitary conditions, she sleeps around with abusive guys and refuses to accept help or advice from anyone unless it'll get her another fix. She doesn't even have the forethought or discipline to do the dishes or laundry, blowing all her money on temporary, feel-good solutions like freshener and painkillers as she ignores piling garbage and grievous disease. Worst of all she has a child, completely lost in this home of rotting decadence.
Every night I stop by, checking to make sure things haven't gotten too out of hand. I'll stand guard, take a look around, and try comforting her kid, who I can tell is already terrified of being forced down the same path with no clear way out. It breaks my heart that's all I can do. I want to tie her down, fight off the thugs and loan sharks, bring in doctors and cleaners at gunpoint, and save her and her child from this misery she wallows in.
But I can
Responsibility of the CitizenA citizen should be solely inclined to vote for a particular party or candidate based exclusively on their agreement with the ideals and intentions of said representative. To succumb to any other influence is to degrade the very foundation of democracy and jeopardize its prosperity.
Citizenship is one's membership within a society, thereby granting them rights and privileges as supplied and protected by such. However, these benefits carry responsibilities for the individuals who enjoy them. Therefrom comes the purpose of legislation; to enforce the individual's responsibility towards their fellow citizen.
The foundation of civilization is the citizen's obligation to contribute to the sustainment and improvement of their society. This is most obviously a repayment of a debt to their community for the lifestyle made possible through the efforts, work, and sacrifices made by other and previous members of that society. Less obvious is their philosophical responsibility.
In any form of gove
Doing your jobThe phrase "not my responsibility" is one I hate. As a member of an institution, be it a club, company, or military unit, your job is to complete the group's mission. That covers everything from doing your part to aiding others in doing theirs. While it may not be your job to fulfill a specific contribution towards the end-goal, it is your responsibility to make sure it gets done.
This is the core of a good work ethic; the drive not only to complete your own tasks to the best of your ability and regardless of personal inhibitions, but to ensure all tasks are completed to their maximum potential. If an imperative objective is not reached by another department, your own work will not be enough to achieve success, regardless of its quality.
The Marine Corps adheres to the philosophy of "every Marine a rifleman", meaning that regardless of their occupation within the military, every Marine is capable of joining the fight. However, this is not restricted to combat. Every Marine is expected
The DronesCorporal stared through the dark red liquid to the wood below. Fields of ash under black midday skies. Screams through the roar of flames consuming wood. Comfort in the proximity of men melded with machine. He'd been unemployed for twenty-three months now, but he only knew that by the date on his benefits checks.
The bar was warm, but to take off his coat and hat would draw attention. Most establishments refused to serve his kind as they returned from the war. Monsters, murderers, abominations, traitors to their own humanity. Nobody would acknowledge him in the street, much less give him any work. The stillness was a worse enemy than any he'd faced.
Superhuman strength, senses, reflexes, endurance. The epitome of humanity combined with the cutting edge of technology in the most noble of causes. But the mind is slow to accept metal and circuitry as replacements for flesh and nerves. There were sacrifices, failures, accidents. As the country sent them to war, they became the image of art