Alien

Looking up, the metal monstrosity hovered over me, The rocket flared, shooting the being high into the stratosphere, Floating, zigging, zagging, and otherwise outflying the world below, Gravity touched not its jagged wings, The jarred hearts inside, caring not for the fear below, Their mass hysteria a joke to them, Few cares for a world…

Creative Writing Project: Velum & Tiana

Dark, dank, and drafty were better adjectives than Velum ever would give his cramped cell; however, he coveted his position a bit more than that of the voices which echoed through the piss grates at the edges of the freezing cold stone floor.  Sometimes when the echos vibrated loudly he crept to the edge of…