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Cyril looked up at the sky and could see nothing but the looming omen that was the one thing keeping him going.  Nothing else mattered now, and indeed he not could think about anything else, because that burning sun was all that remained.  He could hardly believe that this moment had arrived so soon.  He had lived almost his whole life knowing that this time would come, yet still he could hardly believe it was taking place in his lifetime.  It was the last day of the earth. Before him, many people had come and gone, never living to see an apocalypse like this.  Most of them had probably never seen anything extraordinary in their lives.  Thei

Horatio was depressed.  His best friend Hamlet, along with pretty much everyone else of any significance in his life, had just died.  Despite his promise to tell this tragic tale to the world in hopes that they would learn a lesson from it, he hardly knew how he could live with himself anymore. What was really sad about Horatio, however, was that it was more than just the death of his friends that upset him.  Horatio had a tragic flaw.  He had envied Hamlet.  He had envied his best friend because he had been such a tragic hero, and as Horatio well knew, tragic heroes were cool.  Their tales were universal and would be lauded as literary mast

Part 1 Somewhere high in the mountain air, a fountain was shooting its everlasting spray upward.  The sun’s gleam sparkled through the drops of water as they shot upward and hung suspended in the air for a moment before falling gracefully down, ready to repeat the cycle.  Green grass, beautiful blue flowers and lovely trees surrounded this fountain, providing a very picturesque scene.  To complete this scene, a young woman sat on the fountain’s edge, directly in the middle.  Being circular, the middle of the fountain would normally depend on the angle from which it was viewed, but in this case, it was quite clear where the middle

The sun rises on this day, like on any other.  I watch as the soft, golden light slowly pours out over the fields and pastures.  Many creatures live here in harmony, each going about their business in cooperation.  Here on the farm where I live, the residents have always worked together, sharing with members from other tribes, and welcoming visitors of all sorts. The golden light has crept over the distant hills and tress, illuminating them even more.  Now, it finally grows bright, with everything fully bathed in the sun’s hot glow.  A soft breeze blows by and ruffles my feathers.  This reminds me of what I am – a creature that d