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'Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.'

Footprints in the dust, ripples through time, when the stars obey our commands, as far as light shines. We are human.

Went out to walk the street and feel the people, hear words that fill me with breath and wonder, to draw inspiration from the crowd. Life.

After a while you admit truth to yourself. You don't have a bad memory, you're just uninterested in remembering many things.

I got nervous when they started leaving me out of trivial office matters. It was as if they were on to the fact that I didn't care.

What shocking new evidence lies behind the charge that commercials are the real cause behind adult delinquency!

May 3rd, 2009 : 11:34 pm

When will they learn, you can't see me from the outside, yes, precisely, never judge a book by her cover.

May 3rd, 2009 : 6:27 pm

Let mentality not be defined by reality, unfit, an undermining quality, but rather reality defined by mentality, dream, an omniscient totality.

April 30th, 2009 : 1:18 pm

You know you are a writer, when the genesis of thought and result of action, focus on embedding what's past, in the reality of the future.

April 30th, 2009 : 7:02 am

He left before even fully awake, the air stung his eyes, tears ran, stealing the joy of this day; morning

April 28th, 2009 : 12:54 am

the role of science fiction is to postulate a reality so that we become curious of such an eventuality, humans breed wonder into ingenuity.

April 24th, 2009 : 12:54 am

Alt-Tab-Sometimes its like you barely stopped working at all. Technically, you haven't, when the switch is from Facebook to Twitter. Learn

April 24th, 2009 : 12:24 am

His blackberry became the secret to his success. He knew that whenever he glanced at it, people assumed he was working.

April 23rd 2009 : 11:22 pm

What this planet needs is another space race. Nothing will excite wonder more than seeing a few of our people landing on Venus. Change.

April 22nd 2009 : 12:39 pm

Do you take me seriously, she asked? He found it somewhat comical, as he does with most things. The problem is that he loved most things.

April 21st 2009 : 9:23 pm

I coulda said head, makes sense with fed. Unless its Eral, they have a lot of rules, alphabet boys, we learn to follow in school.

April 21st, 2009 : 9:21 pm

She makes me feel alive,the opposite of dead,soul that's never fed,and I know it dont have to,but poems always rhyme whn spilld from my mind

April 21st, 2009 : 9:21 pm

I didn't suspect he was dying until he said, I got one regret today: that I didn't start getting high, ten hours earlier. Not tomorrow.

April 18th, 2009 : 12:55 pm

Brother forgive the brash. Blasphe-me in the delivery. People are the light, want for more right. Forsake whatever's left. In the mirror stares best. Praise human, god brews inem. Blasphe-me.

April 18th, 2009 : 11:06 am
Not fair when she's passive. first I turn me on thn I must turn her! Wht if I'm tired, dont wnt to move. Maybe do it in the dark? All this for a light switch.

April 17th, 2009 : 1:12 pm
The scissors closed, the strand of hair feathered to the floor. that should do it, he said. i took my last piece of human dna with me

April 16th, 2009 : 9:06 pm
his fingertips collided together like a row of dominoes again and again. the door opened, her eyes startled immediately. where were you?

April 16th, 2009 : 5:08 pm
and said:we can no longer afford to solely exist, if we want this nation to serve us, we must serve it & not lay hope in an elected class

April 16th, 2009 : 2:26 pm
It was cold, my fingers ached and I couldn't think straight. I watched her float from away from the wreckage in disbelief. I was on my own.

April 15th, 2009 : 7:13 pm
Seat searcher: a type of individual or state of being that stalks about until they find a place to sit or run out of room, whicheva's first.

April 13, 2009 : 10:08pm
an artist that uses words to paint on the canvas of reality.

The Alchemist Episode 1 and Episode 2 are available for download now!

The basic composition of nature surrounds them. Countless miniscule nuclei hover like planets, electrons and protons whir like moons and comets. Jasir reaches for the principle matter of life and death like an alchemist for the philosopher's stone. The weight of the stone is trivial as it can and must be willed to be denser, lighter or simply different. Anything is attainable.

Jasir plucks the chord of existence like a master composer. The air surrounding the four bodies in the room surges like a shaken image. A rogue wave traverses the molecules in the room like a Tsunami. It causes the center of the room to implode like the surface of a lake struck by a pebble. The surge snaps outward, a sound-bending explosion of matter.
Nothing under the surges influence is spared except its nuclei, Jasir. Atoms of the air, the furniture, walls and bodies flap like flags in a breeze. Solids bend and warp back into their original configuration like rubber bands, inertia reclaims order.

Jasir drops a short distance, feeling the ground rumbling when he touches down. Grasp and Taylon are convulsing uncontrollably. Taylon's lasso handle lays harmless and without the yellow bindings that protruded from it. The ball of light too, has vanished along with a spherical chunk of Jasir's house. Everything the ball of light touched is gone, all that matter simply scooped away. The sting in Jasir's shoulder reminds him to pull the knife out.

Jasir watched from the exit as Calli ran for the barbed fence. When she reached it, he pushed his influence past her. His strength from the void laid the nickel gate flat across dirt like a knife smoothing butter over bread.

The fence of 10 feet was pulled into a sharp slope, still leaving ample space for a Mac Truck to pass. A second before the razor barbs ripped flesh but they suddenly wiggled into an upper layer of ground soot.

Calli crossed the path laid like a jacket over a puddle tenuously as if it could spring upright at any moment. She stopped at the edge of a barbed loop and turned to face Jasir--too close for his comfort. Once he lifted the fence she could have either got nicked or would certainly have gotten dirt in her eyes. He didn't have time to motion her backward so he envisioned a rope in his clenched fists and pulled.

The lowered section of fence slid away from the edges of Calli's feet. Once it was far enough Jasir pulled upward on an invisible tether and the nickel fence followed. A dirt cloud billowed outward toward Calli and Jasir exhaled sharply through his nostrils and the billow of dirt-dust fell to the ground like pebbles. Calli stood stationary on the far side of the tall fence, restored to its original function. She watched Jasir, unblinkingly and he started from a vibration in the center of the void-sphere--his moment at the motel room door with Calli. Even two hundred feet away a look from her eyes made him feel it.

Jasir backed into the building, swinging the door inward. His eyes stayed on Calli and it seemed as if he might never need her to leave. When the steel door closed, Jasir was left inside with two violent hunters and the feeling in his chest.

Though it seems he has always been able to control the atom, he does not know if it is true.

And though it seems that only an order of magnitude are the difference between stars and atoms, Jasir cannot say that this is true either.

What he does know is that once again, he is witnessing the stars align, like the glowing orbs of the atom within the void.

Curiosity doesn't always kill the cat. Some times the she just enjoys the show. In this excerpt from The Alchemist - Episode 1, two beings stand on the outside, looking in.

Uatu, do you tire of the council?

Orlaxt, this universe is a tireless existence, but we know the dangers of restlessness.

And of answering questions plainly.

Mmm.

I have seen the logs you keep. Even now, you still monitor the events of Earth 616.

So often is that particular universe the epicenter of tidal change across the multiverse. Earth 616 provides compelling evidence to support the Great Framework theories. For this reason, I study the planets' developments. Not due to the nostalgic lure of gazing.

Well done. In some time, your rebuttal should even convince your own consciousness of that argument.

Thus is the making of a higher being.

Your mind is always for the betterment of our people. Still your heart has led you to break our oath more than 400 times!

How far did you read into the record of Earth 616?

Far enough to suggest that you place great value in the lives of those human beings. Perhaps you prefer living to watching.

The value lies in its multidimensional significance, not in any I might place on it. Even now, the destiny of Earth 616 intertwines with another, Earth 494E9C.

Is this worth listening to?

If not, we'll jump back.

Go on.

Contrary to what you have stated, my interests peaked when reviewing my replacements records--not due to my own observations.

Exonerated, yet again. Hurry with this tale before I am bored.

A curious manhunt has begun for a being on Earth 616 born with control of the power cosmic.

Truly?

Yes, but as is often the case of that species, he imposes upon himself the limits of his environment. But now a species from an alternative earth--

Earth 494E9C?

Correct. The dominant species from Earth 494E9C are closing in on their target. These hunters aim to capture the power cosmic in hopes that they can use it to maintain their waning oppression of their worlds' sub-species. The very same species of their target.

Fascinating. The earthlings of 494E9C wield cross-dimensional technology.

Inadvertently. They intended only to travel along the fourth dimension, in reverse.

Amusing. But it seems premature to think there is any significance of these happenings beyond two star-crossed worlds. Even with the power cosmic involved.

The power cosmic, dimension entanglement, enlightenment between two latent and competing species, revolt against oppression, a fight for survival. I have seen these ripples of change before. A tidal wave approaches.

Now I am bored. With you, not this story.

Then let us watch.

There are planes of existence. Levels. One must ascend from one level to the next as climbing a flight of stairs. In Alchemy, it is known that where there is progress, there is also struggle. In this excerpt from, The Alchemist - Episode 1 Jasir is forced to raise his level of existence or watch Calli die.

Foolishly she followed clear sounds of danger and she will probably die because of it. Because of him.

Jasir's race to the void has been too casual. His approach softened from its embrace, so easily attainable most times. The process is untrained and spoiled by leisure. Feet cannot carry him through the space of his mind quickly enough to help Calli.

Jasir elevates. His consciousness rises from a black surface and at once he sees there has never been ground holding him in the first place. He soars as a missile toward the embrace of the void.

"Run," Jasir screams unconsciously. Somewhere he knows his words are too late. Somewhere he senses Grasp already bearing down on Calli, a murdering maniacal mass.

Grasp growls, "This one is pretty. I propose to you, return as my concubine or die on this pathetic carbon copy."

"Do not tempt fate with another unknown variable, Grasp, end her and let us go."
Grasp takes the time it takes to glance at Taylon to decide Calli's fate. "He has a point, pet--"

Grasp swings his arm, pulling Calli's body like a doll and aims for the wall.

Jasir finds the missile a lumbering mass of unrefined transport. His mind sheds its confines and heaps of steel fall away and shatter.

Fragments become dust and dust becomes particles. The particles fuse into a string becoming a path of light. Instantly Jasir connects with the source and touches the void. He whispers, "I Am."

In a universe of quantifiable data, human emotion remains a mystery. Alluring and risky at once.

A block of granite is mostly empty space because the atoms making up the granite are?

A. in perpetual motion
B. themselves mostly empty space
C. not as close together as they should be
D. held together by electrical forces

What would you answer?

In this scene from The Alchemist, Jasir is plagued with the insecurities of being discriminated against by Angela, his interest of affection.

"So, guess what?"

"Uh, let's see, you got a hot date?"

"Har, har--no. I picked up your book--saw it, I mean I didn't buy it but I picked it up and thumbed through."

"What'd you think?"

"I don't remember, my brain kind of numbed out right while I was looking at it."

"Funny you say that because that's sort of the state of mind I was in when I wrote most of it." Angela bursts into laughter, her tightly set shoulders rocking her torso. She throws a hand on Jasir's shoulder playfully and lets it fall again.

It's funny because it's true. He laughs with her, embarrassed by his mistaken admission rather than the joke she thinks he made. Perhaps he's too comfortable with Angela. It scares him. He doesn't know how she might react if she actually knew. She seems pretty liberal. Knowledgeable, somewhat traveled and pro-Obama.

The traditional Japan-centric mantra of her great-great grandparents isn't completely lost on her but she's an all-American girl. Her friends and even the guys she dates are white, black, whatever. All ethnicities.

Not everyone sees Gifted as plainly as that however. Now that the x-gene is pervasive throughout society, ethnicity has a stark comparison to race. There's the Human race and the Gifted race. As if Jasir is something other than human. As derogatory a word it is, Jasir prefers the term mutant to gifted. At least 'mutant' implies a stronger relation to humanity.

The good news is Angela didn't seem to be put off by two of the most public mutants at her table--in fact she seems impressed. This is workable. She might be a little afraid to learn he's a mutant at first--who wouldn't, but it seems like she would turn around in no time.

I am really over thinking this!

They are a people that devote their lives to attaining the frivolous. Items that cannot sustain life, things that hold no value in all of existence. Except, the meaning they empower.

Jasir Cohen is a tenured professor and one of the leading nuclear physicists in the world. His book, 'Matter of Principles', broke ground in the scientific community earning Nobel Prizes in three disciplines. All by the time he was 24.

Jasir knows his extraordinary impact on the scientific and academic world aren't because of his intellect--not in the traditional sense. He doesn't know much about where he comes from. But he knows his success is based on something much more innate than smarts.

Jasir knows he isn't like normal people. Jasir is a mutant.

In this excerpt from Mice to Men, Derrick discovers the side-effects of his bout with Rincina, a very perceptive rodent.

"What is it you see there," Rincina asked, as she finished her climb to the desktop and faced the LCD.

I shook my head disbelieving the images. A twister, the kind I had chased dozens of times, ravaged homes and fields on a Kansas plain. Beside the tornado stood what I could only describe as a monster. It stretched taller than the twister itself, like a titan out of mythology. 

The titan's legs resembled human thighs but tapered into scalpel shaped pegs where I expected shins and feet. A leg ripped out of the earth like a spade, pulling debris with it, lurched forward and then planted again before the other leg followed. The titan moved forward, pushing the tornado before it, its elbows visible on either side of the violent funnel.

"What am I seeing?" I hadn't meant to ask Rincina for an answer, but I would take what I could get.

"You are changed," Rincina said. She pointed her pink nose toward my throbbing hand. I lifted the bandage, startled to see the wound creeping toward the palm of my hand like a fissure. Rincina stood on her hind legs. There was a scar on her belly, a large circle surrounded by smaller orbs.

"What's happening to me?"

I looked to my left and thought "The way he's driving, he's gonna run into someone," right as I smashed into the car in front of me.

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