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Rosary by NewsCentral, literature

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Rosary

Fare thee well, mock the heavens high up past the Earth ancient told. A child sits beneath the sky, a tendril of rose entwines his soul. An angel was he, skinned fair and young. Yet his face is dismal, his left wing displays a tear. A fallen angel, this young boy is, forgotten by even the highest God. He sat, repenting in forsaken oath, a reassuring nod, that in the end he will be cleansed, and he will fear not the setting sun, the cold dew on the grass. The fallen angel watches warily, his remaining wing grows rancid fast.

The Doppleganger by NewsCentral, literature

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The Doppleganger

Wandering silently in the dark of night- He rises. Watching the children sleep- He waits. Wishing to be noticed for other than his shadow, and it is here that my doppleganger sleeps. He mimics me in every sense of direction. He whispers to me that we are the same. But just because the moon is our cousin doesn’t mean we are equal: he is my shadow--my doppleganger-- and that is all he will ever know. Born from the shades of pink the dark purple coloration of his fur sends shudders down my spine. He weeps before the starry sky as he will know no other, yet it is under this same sky that I rejoice. Waiting patiently around the corner- H

My Reflections by NewsCentral, literature

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My Reflections

I stare at this reflection, looking back at me all I see is innocence, while all I feel is hate. Hatred for this putrid glob of mass pretending it is me-- but it is. There are millions of these reflections, trailing me as I go. These creatures brought into this world by humans, only to be taken out by me-- yet they are my reflections. And so I sit here waiting, waiting for a single reflection to come by as I smash a mirror over its head to seal it in forever. And yet they always remain-- these are my reflections.

A Corner City Street by NewsCentral, literature

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A Corner City Street

Passing along 8th and market a small box peculiarly stacked upon the roof of an older building sits patiently, awaiting the return of its keeper. A pigeon swoops in with a mouth of twigs and carefully places each gently inside the box, watching the world. Each day this bird swoops in, carefully extending its neck to gather its nest together in one collected sweep, perched precariously on the roof. And with a leap of faith the pigeon dives down into the city to once again search to build its straw cradle, yet it did not return at nightfall. The seasons fly by and winter falls gathering snow into the straw box and freezing it still, people pack

What is Human? by NewsCentral, literature

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What is Human?

I can feel her eyes staring at my back, piercing through my flesh and penetrating the very depths of my soul. I don’t flinch. Instead, I simply sit on the cold stone that makes up our entire world and trace my index finger over the bumpy surface. “Hey Two?” the girl calls to me, finally working up the courage to speak. Her voice is meek and when I turn my head I see her staring at the ground, playing around with the shackle that binds her to our world forever. “Yeah? What’s up, Twelve?” I reply gently. I glance away from her crouched position and instead focus my eyes on one of the cement walls that

Scream by NewsCentral, literature

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Scream

I didn’t sleep that night, or any night after for a long time. My hands dominated my mind. My own two hands, stained with children’s blood. It was the same night of my greatest sin, that I confessed to the Lord. I begged him with my savage heart, that if he could give me anything, what I earn is to feel guilt. Guilt for committing the atrocities of ending a life before it has begun, being the monster that I am. I wanted to keep a guilty conscience for the rest of my life. Maybe then I would be able to learn to forgive not only the others, but myself as well. However, that feeling never came. I felt no remorse, and yet the

Wednesday 1997 by NewsCentral, literature

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Wednesday 1997

A somber man cloaked in white roams down a series of hallways that match his attire. The man holds a clipboard, riddled with stains from many years of use. Footsteps echo throughout the chamber as the man walks. The hallway is infinite. The man stops in front of a door with the label 231. He pulls a single key out of his pocket, causing a minor ripple effect as numerous keys bang against one another. He lacks any key ring or holster as he places the key in its lock. Turning the key, he gradually pushes the metal door inward, revealing a room. The room is solid white save for a tattered man perched in the corner on the linens of his cot

AXEL by NewsCentral, literature

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AXEL

Several million years ago, the sun had burnt out. All life that existed on Earth perished. An alien civilization, the Cygros, had scavenged all remaining resources, even the tiniest of organisms. Everything was gone. Only a wasteland remained. However, before Earth's demise, the humans attached an Embryo of an unborn offspring to a shuttle and sent it up into space, hoping, praying, that somehow it would survive. This being, however, wasn't any human—it contained a piece of DNA from every known creature to exist on the planet Earth. **The Cygros come back to check on earth every thousand years, when they arrive, they find a cras

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Mar 20, 2015

Would you like to make an alien race?

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By novelists and sci-fi fans alike, alien species are amongst one of the many things you can create and share amongst your peers. However, there is a significant amount of thought that must go into any one race of aliens.  There must be something that makes it unique. I'll be composing a nice list of questions for you to answer whether your alien race is designed for a novel, RP, or just for fun.  As a science fiction novelist, I hope you apply these same questions that I use quite frequently. If you are going to take this as serious as possible, math will become your partner.  Since I'm guessing most of you don't know too much about astro