

The Poor Future: Chapter 2Chapter 2 Tony G-VThe Poor Future: Chapter 2
Lana, looking on Adlan’s sudden onset of tears, inches over to him. Tentatively placing an arm on his shoulder, he is lulled into a state of calm. Slightly embarrassed, he wipes his eyes with his hand, attempting to look presentable. With his words sinking in, she asks, “How could my life be better? I have a place to live and enough work credits to comfortably keep it.” Adlan stares at her, as if begging her to understand. “Does anyone care about you, Lana? Who in your life has shown you compassion?” Resonating inside her, those words bring up memories better left q


The Poor Future:Chap.1 editedChapter 1 Tony G-VThe Poor Future:Chap.1 edited
As a child enters the broken, decrepit home, he unshoulders a work-pack, creating a earth-shaking crunch. Yelling to his old grandmother, "Hey Nana, I'm home!", he dashes to her room. Old photographs that must have once gleamed in radiant color decorate these walls, and drapes cover the windows as if clinging for dear life. Nana is resting in an ancient rocking chair, a sparsely threaded blanket covering her knees. She awakens with a faint smile appearing on her face, as if a purpose has finally come to her. With a slightly warbling voice, she murmurs, "Adlan, my dear, d


The Poor Future: Chapter 1Chapter 1The Poor Future: Chapter 1
As a child enters the broken, decrepit home, he unshoulders a workpack, creating a earth-shaking crunch. Yelling to his old grandmother, "Hey Nana, I'm home!", he dashes to her room. Old photographs that must have once gleamed in radiant color decorate these walls, and drapes cover the windows as if clinging for dear life. Nana is resting in an ancient rocking chair, a sparsely threaded blanket covering her knees. She awakens with a faint smile appearing on her face, as if a purpose has finally come to her. With a slightly warbling voice, she murmurs, "Adlan, my dear, did work go well?" A burst of glee covers her featur


The Poor Future: PrologueA Poor Future: Slave Tale: Prologue Tony G-V Life is split now. We have the bourgeois in their silicon palaces, computers to take care of their slightest whim. Living 200 years, they can do anything they desire, leaving others to conceal the tracks. Then, there are those without a brighter tomorrow, those for whom health care is a cruel joke, only for those who have no reason to have someone else look after their health. If anyone believed in machines putting people out of hard labor, obviously they have not seen the cities behind the glimmering facade of chrome surfaces.The Poor Future: Prologue
In a bar, we meet o


The Blind ManA cool, crisp breeze galloped its way through the urban park, like a phantom stallion let loose upon a countryside range. Autumn leaves of marmalade, and strawberries, and gold bustled this way and that, jerked about on strings by some celestial puppeteer, who must have found a certain degree of delight in their syncopated dance. For just an instant, a vortex of colors seemed to whirl itself together into existence before it dissipated again. With a sudden jolt, the blind man awoke to complete and utter darkness.The Blind Man
He sported a long, smoky gray coat, which could easily serve as a makeshift bla
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Please do Come Over and look around.
~QuoiQueCeSoit and I are not related...the last names thing is merely coincidental. :-P
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I make comments because I see and evaluate. However, people are more responsive to positive acts. So, I Love CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! WOOHOO!
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if you get probed by an alien, are you still considered a virgin?
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if you get probed by an alien, are you still considered a virgin?
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trouble, baby, trouble.
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american love;
like coke in green glass bottles, they don't make it anymore.
Ms. Groff is :devhearvision:
and Bryan F. is ~Hanabashi
Bryan M os ~lovesick-hypocrite he has not deviated, katie made his account
Lucas is ~DrunkenM0nkey
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Did you hear about the feuding pediatrists?
They were arch rivals.
Expect comments from Alec within 5 minutes from now, when he hones into the computer lab and sees me typing on someone elses commentbox besides his.
We are:
Maddie ~Fade-Into-Darkness
Katie ~myriad-of-fish
Alec ~tuxedoshirahime
Ms. Groff :devheartland:
Ben ~Treadmiller
Bryan :devlovesickhypocrite:
and of course me ~Peba supreme master and earliest joined
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Did you hear about the feuding pediatrists?
They were arch rivals.
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