MotivationAh, sleep; he remembered that, a dim and distant memory of a past life. That was one thing they'd never warned him about, that he'd never have a good night's sleep again. He was prepared for a life of crazy, tight deadlines, of working until his hand cramped up, but he wasn't quite so prepared for the lack of sleep.
Each morning would arrive like a sledge hammer. His bed grasping at his body invitingly, beckoning him to remain in its warm embrace. But still the clock radio would blare its insipid pop anthems in an unrelenting fashion, forcing him up and out of bed.
He would laugh with his friends about his commute to work being such hard work, consisting as it did of the short walk down the stairs into his studio, the crisp packet strewn hovel in which he plied his trade. Yet, some days, that walk down the stairs felt every bit as difficult as the forty-five minute slog through rush hour traffic had done.
On a good day he might venture outside, take in the crisp morning air as he ran t
How The War BeganLadies and gentlemen, before I announce the findings of our recent scientific inquiries, I believe it would be rather remiss of me not to place them in a proper historical context.
For many thousands of years there has been one source of disagreement and conflict which has vexed mankind like no other. One simple area of the human experience which has given rise to more disputes and acrimony than any other topic, and that, my dear friends, is quite simply religion!
From the earliest times man has argued over whose God is greater; whose God is real and, even more fundamentally, whether there is any God at all. Christians have fought with Muslims, Muslims have fought with Hindus, and pretty much everyone has fought with the Jews. Even those who don't believe there is a God have joined the fray, as on many occasions we've seen the forces of secular, atheist governments take arms against the forces of religion.
The only reasonable response to this is to seek quantifiable scientific p
Four WordsThe boy ran through the park, his companion, Mr Balloon at his side. For the briefest moment it was just the two of them, the rest of the world melted away and he was lost in a place where a boy and his balloon could go anywhere and do anything. That was rudely shattered as he remembered that his brother was chasing him around the tree, and so suddenly it was just the two of them, their balloons and the tree and they were happy.
They'd spent a brilliant day in the warm sunshine playing by the river. Mummy and Daddy were there, so was Nanny, and his uncle and aunt and their new baby daughter, his cousin a new word for him. He felt so safe and secure having his whole family around him. Everything was as it ever had been and ever would be.
His brother, if truth be told, knew differently. He felt a little less secure, he knew that things weren't as they ever had been. They didn't, for example, go to that church anymore, Daddy had a new job, they lived in a new house and, well, he
It's Cold In Here...Damn it's cold in here
They said I wouldn't feel anything. That it would be just like going to sleep, and that I'd wake up years from now, when they'd discovered a way to reverse the debilitating condition that's wasting all of my muscles, including my heart, and it would feel like no time has passed.
I suppose there was no way they could know, really. It's not like anyone has ever gone through this process and then been woken up before. It's funny, that thought never troubled me until now. Do they really know if this works or not? I was too afraid of dying to care. Which is ironic, because my wife always told me that I was too afraid to live.
She hated this idea. She said that she wouldn't be able to properly mourn me and move on if she knew I was technically still alive somewhere, "frozen in a block of ice." She said that I was selfish to do this, and I suppose she was right. My children thought it was cool (no pun intended) that daddy was going to be "an ice man" and see the f
A New DawnI always used to take comfort in the old cliche that no matter how far apart we were, the same sun would beat down upon us. That was when we first met, of course, and you were always so far away. We'd stay up all night talking and the distance would seem to melt away. It didn't matter that we couldn't be together, I loved you just the same.
Of course, that all changed with the war. Stupid nonsense, really. Like all wars, no one wanted it, no one wanted to be fighting, and yet we all just did as we were told. We held out hope for a brighter tomorrow, for a new dawn.
The war ended, as wars do, and we could finally be together. I'm sorry, I should have spent more time with you. I realise that now. There was always so much work to be done.
The Earth was dying and a solution had to be found. There would always be time for you later. We had forever, after all. Wasn't "living for today" what had landed us in the mess we were trying to clean up in the first place?
There really wasn't any choic
ConfessionAt night they come to life
They crawl down the tower, cloaked in the shadow of darkness, keeping to the edges of perception like some long forgotten evil at the corners of your mind. They seek me out, I hear them scratching at the door, and before I know it they're here, inside my head. They claw their way inside and burrow deep inside my darkest secrets. They reach within my soul and find the inky blackness that I hide from everyone. They bring it all to the surface and make me do things. Things that I would never do. Except, in my heart, I've done them a thousand times.
Oh, the deeds they make me do The blood, the violence, the violation. I beg my memory to forget, but it's all so clear to me, laid out before my recollections in a perfect vision of ecstatic depravation.
Each night I wash the blood from my hands, but as I wake it still remains. I am stained, wholly and utterly, and no amount of water can ever cleanse my soul.
The uniformed man leans over the table that sep