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Retrospectively, Maya thought, she should have guessed, should have KNOWN – all other signs were right in front of her from the beginning. She could even list all the signs she missed, as well as her mistakenly taken actions. First, the shooting star. Maya scolded herself mentally for not recognizing it for the omen it, and even worse than that, treating it like any clueless, naïve girl who believes in fairytales does, and wishing upon it. It was a grave mistake, one that had she done back in her training days would have caused her serious troubles with the Academy's headmistress. Second, the wish itself. How could she be so care

Watched from this roof, kilometers from home, it looks like fireworks. Ella felt torn between fascination and self-disgust. The show was beautiful, in a twisted way; however, there's something sick in watching her town being bombed. Again. Like it had been bombed since she remembers herself. An alarm was sounded, and the media crew around her announced they're following the Home Front Command, leaving the improvised open-air broadcasting studio in order to take shelter inside. Ten minutes later, Ella laughed nervously at the camera, and admitted she jumped at first, until she remembered she had one-minute-and-forty-five-seconds. "When you

At times, Lachesis wonders what would happen if instead of deciding on a certain length, she'd leave a thread unmeasured, and therefore give a being an unlimited life span. On the one side, Clotho considers, not for the first time, adding colors to the threads she's spinning, for diversity's sake. On the other side, Atropos is the only one who seeks not innovation – modern societies have already opened so many extraordinary options, and she is content.

Robert was a young boy. He had loving parents, a younger sister, and a dog. He was usually a nice guy: he was nice to his sister and ate his vegetables. However, he had one main fault: he was a liar. His friends learned very fast to never believe a word he said. His parents didn’t know what to do. "God hates liars, He forbade lying," they told him again and again. "Also, you are making us very sad. God hates that also. And God punishes those who disobey him." Robert didn't care. After all, he's been told such so many times, that he thought it to be a lie. Alas, the poor soul! So Robert continued his lies, until God punished him. Then

Have you ever looked into children's dreams? Such wonders live there. Take, for example, this sweet little kid over there. Yes, the one who sleeps in the arms of his father. His dreams are still what you'd call psychedelic; but did you ever wonder what creatures create those swirling, colorful patterns? I can see them, naturally. They're tiny little things, very colorful, and they run fast. Of course, how else could they create those swirling, colorful, blah-blah-blah patterns? They are quite wondrous, though. And very, very tasty, especially when young.

The haunted reflection disappeared slowly as Jack wiped his face clean, but the sad expression remained. He sighed, discarding the dirty cloth. This night has been the worst in a horrible week; he really didn't think he'd be able to continue much longer. The dead girls frequented his nightmares every night, screaming silently for help, their eyes widening in horror upon realizing they volunteered for real death. It's not that he minded killing; after all it was a regular part of the Horror Circus, one of the crowd's favorites, in fact, and something he's been doing for over a year. No, it was the fact that he actually knew the girls this time

When Judy was five-years-old, her father slapped her for the first time. She dreamed of being a pop-star, he was drunk (though it was not an excuse), and she vowed to never forgive him. By the time she was ten, she learned that shouting curses and fighting back were her best defenses. She still dreamt of glamorous life, of doing whatever she wished for. Her mother was her first supplier. Not intentionally, nor willingly; but thirteen-years-old Judy found it too easy to steal those cigarettes. After all, they were all over the place (and her mother was too apathetic to care, anyway). She vowed never to become like her mother, but smoking made

It's the end of the world as we know it. By "we", I mean me and those like me: all those who are either too young to remember the last war, or too secure in the center of the land; All those who are used to listen to news about missiles in the south, or bombs in the north, and nod for the poor people who have to suffer it daily. This false feeling of security is over now. Earlier this evening, when I was at work, a coworker was updated: a real alarm was sounded in our city (for the first time in more than two decades). At that moment, I knew it's the end of the world as I knew it. Sometime later, when more alarms were sounded, all the peop