Somewhere I BelongSomewhere I belong.
My entire life. I was a loner. Nobody took the time to understand me or get to know me. They didn’t want to. I knew they thought I was strange. All I can remember from most of my life was that everyone was so cold to me. Rejected. Not respected. Ignored. I couldn’t find a place where I belong. This is the sad truth. It’s nothing new. After all my life is a series of misfortunes and bad luck. Why am I not surprised I lived this long. I always kept telling myself, one day. One day all my bad luck will be turned upside down. One day… At first I believed it with the most profound depths of my soul, but… After a while, with time and age, I began to lose hope. I had come to the conclusion my life would end with me dyeing in prison, become homeless, murdered on the street for no reason, be involved in a car accident, be taken by internal illness, suffer a disaster, or even go through the misfortune of what crazy conspirators consider rapture o
Psy WorldPsy World
My name is Hitomi Kanagawa. I lived in Japan all my life. But, because of falling grades, my parents thought it was best for me to catch up in school by sending me to the United States. I go to Arlington Cypress high school. It’s very different from schools where I am from. The language and culture are extremely different. When I first came here I thought it would be impossible to fit in, however somehow I managed.
One day as I was catching up on my studies, I couldn’t help but to stare at my pencil. I had watched a video online about a person moving a pencil with their mind. For some reason I wanted to try it. I gave it a couple tries but found out I couldn’t do it. After giving up and studying some more, I gave it one last shot. To my complete shock and surprise, I somehow made the pencil shake. I jumped back thinking I had just played a trick on myself by accidently breathing on it or moving the bed. I tried it again and it began to shake again but slower
Plastic Fury (text version)Plastic Fury
The living room lit with an ambient and lively yellow tone as the sun peeked through the window. Tidy and clean, there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found. It appeared the owners were away for the moment; however, there was something else yet living inside the house.
Two green toy soldiers laid down on the staircase as foliage from a tree in front of the staircase hid their position. “Same shit, different day. I’ve been waiting for a promotion for like forever. It’s like no body retires around here, am I right.” He said slapping the other soldier on the shoulder. “Maybe that’s how much everyone loves their job, you know. I mean I have no plans to ever retire. One I go green, I’m in it for life!” One of the toy green soldiers said standing up holding a cup to the other soldier laying on the ground staring through his binoculars while ignoring him. Suddenly he spots two objects hovering in the distance. As he stares