Some call it bewitched; I call it love. For there is a emptiness in the freedom of being alone and a liberty in being caught in that divine spell. And so when I see in his eyes the feelings of my heart, we become one... and if that isn't magic then I cannot say what is.
RE: RE: Travelling to Earth???
to: vikaryba@anakin.astro
Don't touch the rocks. Don't touch the water. If your skin so much as brushes any of the plants, you're dead. The air is okay for most, but if you're Kaasnian or Nibingian then you'll need a tank to breathe. There are some cool ruins, but it's really up to you if it's worth it to go there. If you're a Lanite then Venus might be more interesting, but to most races the surface is also toxic. Don't get me wrong, Earth has the most interesting history of any abandoned planet in this sector. But you need to know the risks.
That said, if you're a human descendant disregard all of that. Go. Go now. You're the luckiest man in the quadrant. All of us in the planet-hopping community are envious.
I might be able to give some more specific advice if you'd tell me your species. Where are you from?
There were no windows. Only--one, two--five seats; four lined up on the long side of the rectangular prism and one sitting opposite. The first noticeable thing was the utter lack of motion. It did not feel like any sort of future tech, it felt like the back of a truck. It was barren, smooth, it appeared as dirt brown walls in the lack of light, with sharp corners at the vertexes; but where was the motion? Those only objects within the box where the chairs, the only occupants were those sitting within them, and me; within the lonely chair.
The others were asleep. Three I knew: John, Dean, and Sam. The fourth I didn't, sitting to the far right. She was some young excitable girl, just kinda tagged along; I never knew her name. I sat there, harness pulled taught, in the groggy state that occurs after being woken from a deep sleep. I didn't have time to register any sort of fear or darker thoughts. I was still mystified at the lack of motion and the then growing presence of complete silence.
"Upon the wood that was once the timbers of a barn, the wood that was once apart of the chattering forests of the hills, I write a letter of the kind of love that gives birth to entire worlds... of the kind of love that protects all the stronger in times of need."
As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. She hit the wall and tried to scream, but her voice was melted by the sound of the place. The muffled sobs wracked against her chest. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone. The last painful emotion slammed against her before she lost the feeling of feeling. Everything darkened into nothingness as she passed into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
Alexander sat upon the cool metal bench, his trousers soaking up the damp morning dew, as he overlooked the sea. Darkness had not long surrendered to the light, yet he could see the thick grey clouds that were cast over the sky. The sea was tainted; no longer an abyss of black, nor did it appear blue. Instead it looked a metallic grey, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the clouds and danced over the surface.
Unemployment is a build in aspect of capitalism; the pool of surplus workers acts to bring a downward pressure on wages, to bring a downward price of the product or service, thus enhancing international competition between nations. It is a pyramid system with worker competition (all against all, atomising society), so that some may strive higher yet there will always be the same proportion at the bottom. Thus, social fairness in this system is prevented by the system itself.
I am in love with your soul not your body. Your temperament is what lures me into you. Your deep soothing voice is what I crave for and your warmth is what I covet. When you smile at me it seems as if the whole world is mine. When our eyes exchange looks it feels as if everything has paused and belongs right in its place. Your mesmerising oceanic eyes have locked themselves in my mind and only thoughts about you mingle in my head. These feeling I have for you are stronger than just admiration, I think I am falling for you
hard, like the falling of stars.
The loving heart was born to live out in the open, to sing from the eyes and speak in song. The loving heart was born to protect and guide the thoughts to beauty and true creative intelligence. For with the loving heart we are trusted and trustworthy, honoured and honourable, noble and brave. So here I stand, willing to protect whom I love with all that I am and ever will be.
It was the blue of forget-me-nots, that bright and bold yet ever so delicate burst of optimism that such tiny flowers are. For me blue is a cheery colour, one of honesty and life - for it is the colour of our oceans and skies.
Humans are the fastest land endurance mammal, and so when we combine that with a bicycle, we get a truly astonishing way to travel and have fun. We can take the treats out of our homes and choose a coffee shop (or a pub or a bakery!) a few miles away as the only place we will allow ourselves to get a treat at, then we soon see that amazing endurance land mammal in action, no more procrastination! We get biking. We get to our destination for the small treat we love, then bike home feeling it was worth it. The result? We get the sort of health everyone needs and deserves. It's a life-hack of sorts, a tweak, and it works.
I...left to investigate their house in a low-rent neighborhood with dirt streets. One room with two windows open in the heat, burnished to silver-gray by the winds and fogs of the Minor Sea and raised on wooden posts. It smelled of fish. Their porch was a wooden box. A shed behind the house served them—and their neighbors—as privy. Inside were a fireplace, two beds shoved against opposite walls, a table, one chair, and a cupboard. There were a few baskets, one with dirty clothes, and a tin pail. I didn't see a lamp, and I didn't find candles. The only signs of food were crumbs and mouse scat. The fireplace was equipped with an iron truss, a kettle, and a pot. Under one bed, I found the leather case holding Aetref's lute. There were two, small, leather satchels, which resisted my efforts at spying, and that was the whole of their belongings and squalid life. There were no signs of female habitation or visitation.