Last Words

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I’ve heard last words that sear my soul. Cries from dying comrades calling for their mother, as their lifeblood soaked a jungle floor in a meaningless war.

In the movies the hero always says something brave and fine with their last words before closing their eyes and meeting eternity and inspiring the viewer in spite of their grief, that their death wasn’t in vain.

Such noble sentiment seldom occurs in the real world where last words are more likely to be “No!” or, “Too soon!” But to be fair, there is a fair share that say, “I love you too.

Space Race

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The metal beasts that carried humanoid species and humans inside, careened off asteroids and collided on sharp turns defying gravity while cornering at Mach 27.

No time limits. The Race in Space was based on an intergalactic feud started eons ago over a long forgotten reason. Captains and crews abroad leviathan cruisers lived and died, but their projeny carried on the great race that never had a finishing place.

The cosmic irony was wasted on the diverse participants who had long ago forgotten what deeds their forefathers attempted to win the race. Their descendants also doomed to follow, lemming-like, for eternity.

Peace On Earth

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Living in peace is the greatest blessing people can hope for in this chaotic world. A fragile peace comes on this day when believers gather to pray.

It’s Christmas Day and the Prince of Peace sends greetings to every person and beast.

Peace is so precious in this day and age where millions are filled with rage. It’s worth more than diamonds and gold. More than power and fame. Without it people go insane.

Achieving peace is many countries goal, but obtaining it is like selling ice cubes in the North Pole.

May you enjoy peace wherever you are today.

The Writer

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He knows no boundaries.

His words are weapons and blessings. They start wars and form religions. The writer is only restrained by his imagination.

He creates other worlds and tears down fictional civilizations. With the power of the keyboard the writer surfs through subjects from ideology to philosophy effortlessly.

His words are building blocks for future generations. They excite. They cause fights. They bridge languages and customs carefully. They rhyme. They warn. They express love. They promise a better time.

The writer has a duty to entertain. To inform. To motivate. To teach. Nothing is ever out of his reach.

Frozen Moments

A bullet speeding at 1200 miles per hour suddenly frozen in time as the victim sees it coming. Lead incased in copper hovers in space, defying gravity, yet still eager to reach it’s destination. A lethal greeting coming from the shooter. Finally, deadly impact.

For a moment, the train seems to be far away. The man’s foot is stuck on the track making him captive to the hurdling engine coming his way. For a frozen moment he imagines getting loose. Impact.

A miracle baby is born and the parents world slows down and becomes frozen in love from that first moment.

Dawn of the Gods

In a time before time was even kept, the gods assembled on earth.

They came from throughout the universe, and galaxies far away. Each a splendid specimen of their race seeking dominion over the man creatures crawling out of caves.

The competition turned to war as the gods fought in the sky and on the earth. Conquering gods rose, and fell, with civilizations. Their otherworldly presence having influenced cultures from many nations.

The gods could be bloody, or benign.

Very few gods are worshipped today. Most have been slain by atheists. The end time draws near for the rest.

Hate

Hate is an acquired trait.

We’re not born hating the world around us. An infant has a clear conscience with the ability to love without reservation.

But so-called civilization infuses us with hate, as we struggle to survive in an unjust world. Blinded by hate, people lash out over ideologies and beliefs of others. Hate’s sidekick fear, leads the way and opens the doors to our eventual destruction.

Being cursed with the ability to hate, often for no good reason, is mankind’s bane. It’s an inverted cross to bear for all those who give in to hate without a fight.