Tim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in
I am spitting mad in the face
Of others’ claims that I
Have no right to be mad.
Have no voice to be heard.
You say I’m not old enough,
I don’t know the whole story.
I don’t need the damn story
To know violence and danger.
When one can’t defend oneself
Against a more powerful party,
It is our duty to step in and help
The powerless who can’t themselves.
To quote a movie I love,
“We must fear evil men but
What we must fear most
Is the indifference of good men”.
There is a Goddess in the Rain by HugQueen, literature
Literature
There is a Goddess in the Rain
Drops of water tumble towards the earth, miniscule craters forming upon their impact. A gust of wind causes each droplet to spiral into the bark of trees and leaves tremble at their touch. Clouds pull apart their seams, their misty fingertips leaving trails along the sky. Summer busies himself with painting the world in lush hues as Rain brushes past him. He smiles at her, but she does not smile back. Dewdrops garnish her shoulders as she continues to ignore him. Summer does not breathe easy as he begins to pour a deeper green into the grass. His breath flutters as Rain twirls up thunderstorms. Drizzling the ground with lightning, she smiles.
Our village did not mourn the passing of the chosen sacrifice; instead, we celebrated her life and her passage to the realm of the gods. The chosen maiden’s identity was to remain unknown until the next sunrise, when she would simply have vanished—that night, once Sun had closed her eye and Moon had opened his, she would simply slip out of her home and go to the shaman, where the ceremony would begin.
The ceremony was a two-day process, and came every year. On the first day, the shaman would determine if there needed to be a ceremony at all—sometimes, Kah’lik of Fire did not want a sacrifice, and it was never wise t
“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equa