The TrainThe train was a sight to see and there was no denying that Naja enjoyed seeing the train as it passed by her little town. It was silent as the wind and just as quick. It travelled from town to town collecting passengers and goods, but it never collected Naja.
It was not the place of those in the Violet path to travel so far so quickly. She envied those who were able to ride along the tracks, imitating the wind as they explored new places. Naja was not allowed to leave her home, and the train only dropped off travellers and supplies for her people, but never picked them up.
Naja took the time to appreciate each time it drove by.
She loved so much about it; the colours that blended together to make a rainbow, the shimmery billows of steam from the start, and of course the strange rhythmic clicking music that it made.
Today it was different. Today there was something new on the train and Naja had a vision, touching the arm of her beloved mother. She saw the pain and sickness. She saw her
WinnifredWinnifred sat in the lab, the papers in front of her making her eyes water and glaze over. Hours and hours of reading about this damn sickness that had taken a hold of the few religious people in the prison hospital. It was boring work, but it had to be done. There was so much to get ready, but treatment was slow going.
Especially since Winnifred could barely keep her eyes open when she was supposed to be reading and making notes. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep in the hard cot in the corner, but she knew it would bring trouble to her if she did that. She had taken a nap earlier in the day and her boss had screamed at her.
Coffee was what she needed. She could take a quick break and boil some water, but it was all so far away in the break room. She wasn’t sure she could make it that far, plus the time of waiting for the coffee to steep.
She could take one of the capsules that Dr. Schmitt had left for her. Winnifred was afraid to take them, though. They were full of che
The BeginningIn the beginning, there was one land among many people. Isthorin was an ideal utopia, striving every day for perfection among the ill will of the handful of people who did not understand.
It was in a literal sense an impossible utopia, as things went forward. Magic was being left behind for science, but still people needed magic. The old gods were falling out of favour with those who walked forward with science in their minds and hearts, but remained deeply ingrained in the lives of those who fought off the temptation of scientific discovery. Ancient Houses divided on opinion.
People struggled to find balance between families, but there was none to be had. As each new discovery came to light, more people could not rectify their differences. Differences in opinion turned to arguments to fights to wars and finally to the Wall.
The Wall is a misnomer, it is two walls, both surrounding an invisible border, both holding in and keeping out. Uqa and Askein were born of desperation. Eac
Scientists shouldn't Write PoemsNaja, your skin is as soft as the the saliva excretions from the Bombyx mori,
Your skin as brown as the water in the lake I used to swim in (it's diseased now, so I stopped swimming there),
Your eyes as pale as the mutates rabbit I grew last year It's still alive somewhere, don't touch it, please
Your lips are always plump, like you are having a mild allergic reaction.
Your face is always so serious, when you think I'm not looking,
I wonder if we think of the same things?
I think of you often as I can, but mostly I think of the place where you sleep.
You should really get more sleep, you need 7-9 hours provided that you are really an adult human. I'm still waiting on the blood sample you gave me, it should be ready later today.
Oh Naja, you make my brain melt but only figuratively, because we would both be in trouble if I had cerebral hemorrhaging
Order List for this week:
5 L of acid
10lbs of silk
More chicken for the break room.
Opps, shouldn't have written on this paper, s