AspiredWriter

"I want to show you something" that's what he said. Now we are stuck in this god forsaken place with no way to get back. And what a dreadful place it is. Throughout my childhood I dreamed about dinosaurs, never truly believing I will one day be living amongst them. What a delightful surprise it was when my cousin Tobin told me about this device he succeeded in building. It cannot take you to different times on its own, he said but it utilizes gateways through time that are naturally there. These gateways can transport you into specific times by using this device. It did not occur to him to mention until we arrived here, sometime in the Mesozo

"Enter" the voice from within came weary and hoarse. The door opened and two young ladies passed the threshold tentatively. The tall one had short blond hair that looked as if it was cut off using a chainsaw and betrayed dark roots. The white T-shirt covering most of her torso exhibited garish swearwords and fake blood. It was tight against her skin and stretched to breaking point by two overinflated protuberances. Above ripped low cut jeans, her skin revealed partially covered tattoos. The one that could be made out portrayed a double headed battle axe in poison green and boysenberry. Every step she took nearer the bed resonated around the

At last it is over. The school year. The worst one yet. Free at last to spend my vacation in solitude. I hate it, but it beats the alternative. No bullying, no being shunned, no sitting miserably while all the other kids make fun of me. Freedom, for a couple of months. This time I was closer than ever before. Next year I might go further. Next year may be my last. Will I reach my fill? Will I get to that point where fear can no longer stop me from ending it all? For six years I at least had one friend. But this year was different. He became cool, he became distant, he became one of them. Oh how I would love to smite the lot. I don't recall

"Beef Stroganoff" the man said, ruffling his brush mustache with his forefinger. "And a beer," he added, "Heineken," as he closed the menu, handed it over and patted his broad belly in a satisfied gluttonous fashion. "I'll have the grilled Tenderloin, lean, and medium-rare, the Caesar salad, no cheese, eggs or croutons and a diet Pepsi." The woman, even more thickset than her husband was clearly trying yet another failed diet. Ingrid jotted the orders down and hurried to the kitchen. "Ingrid, phone call" Tim Genssen, the owner, said clearly irked. No doubt she was going to get the discourse on not having people call her at work. She passe

Beneath the skies of murk and grey there is a sea, a coast, a bay it is the sea of lone. The surface dreary all year-long and yet below there's something wrong a never-ending storm. The glacial tempest never dies an inch from safety there it lies with hushed protracted moan. Those ships that sail by wind and breeze and make their way across the seas their voyage sweet and warm, come not to these malignant pools stay far away for they aren't fools and so it's left without a mate to tame the deepest churn to bubble mutely scream and yearn but now a ship floats near. A crystal ship of purest glass from hull and jig to highest