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The Observers (Chapter 1 Pt 2)Allison
Keeping the appearance of normalcy is an instinct I was never quite able to understand why I had. I've known for a long while that I was different. It was evident when I began offering advice and life lessons to adults when I chose to start speaking. I was one of those kids who didn't start talking until they were three years old, but just started off with long stories and requests instead of single words. I was probably watching the world then, too.
Life my friend Blake, I feel separated from average people by an odd ability to think. When I say think, I actually mean think. What is required to think? Other than the obviousa brain, perhaps an opinionmost people don't really know or even consider it the one thing we really need to think is an observation. Without noticing anything at all, what can we think about? In case you're one of those smart-alecs who says, "Well, what if you're blind and deaf and you can't taste anything or feel anything or smell anythi
The Observers (Chapter 1)Chapter 1
I dropped my backpack down beside my desk and the chemistry lab and sat down. I was the only one there. Everyone else was busy in the hallways talking about random things in their life like sports or the latest gossip. The teacher was probably off getting breakfast in the cafeteria or having a teacher conference in the library. There was nearly ten minutes left before school would start and yet I sat in class looking around thinking.
I closed my eyes for a moment. All those people out there were so ignorant and forgetful. They were so mindless. Was I the only one with problems in my life? Money was tight and I was stressed about that. There was the usual drama between my friends that was impossible to avoid whether you were involved directly in it or are merely an advice column. Either way, you were stuck in it and you had to carry the stress of them on your back. There were love interests, not just your friends' but your own. Forced to constantl
The Observers (Prologue)Prologue
The world is so big and unpredictable. The world has changed from vast forests to busy streets and inhabited buildings. The world is now controlled by humans, the creators and destroyers.
Not many people can understand what the world used to be: a rock in space revolving around the Sun. We take all life, all knowledge, and all existence for granted. And I know, I just have a feeling, that something's coming. A stronger force than our own that will eliminate those who are ignorant and those who don't care. And there are others who know this as well, both a doomed existence, and us, the observers, know this and most of us accept and understand this. I tell you this now. The thoughts of a thinker given to another.
My name is Blake. I'm the quiet, observing type of guy. I think too much, sometimes to the point of a headache. I watch as everything unfolds, as important moments, both small and big, follow the path of destiny. I watch everything, look, l
Night And Silence - Chapter 4
I opened my eyes, laying in bed and listening to the sounds of my room. The slight ticking from my old mechanical clock set the rhythm for my breathing. The sink in our miniscule bathroom dripped a few times rapidly, but then stopped just as quickly. Something was out of place.
It was nearly impossible for me to decipher what was setting me on edge. Everything sounded fine. I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary at all. Sitting up quickly, I froze and intensified my hearing.
Nothing. Nothing struck me as odd. I didn't hear footsteps, or a slight brush of fabric, or even breathing. I frowned as I realized that had been exactly what was amiss. The bed above me made no noise whatsoever. A heavy sigh escaped me as I realized Molly was still gone on her mission. She had left five days ago and, thanks to my sensitive hearing, I had woken up to say goodbye. The memory of hearing her setting out clothes for me for the next few days still warmed my heart. E
Night and Silence - Chapter 3
Training was always filled with chaos when it came to the young Isotopes. Burning rooms, disappearing teens, flooded corridors, and rampaging technology was considerably normal around the training facilities. Everyone always looked forward to Thursdays the most, though, because while the rest of the week was filled with simple exercises and stamina training, Thursdays were the day for displaying what you had accomplished. Molly and I had nicknamed them "Show-Off Days" and, essentially, they lived up to the name.
Today was really no different than the hundreds of Thursdays before. Our small group was safely tucked away in our large, warehouse-styled exercise room. A tall ceiling as well as cement floors and walls served perfectly for these kinds of days. Currently, Molly and I were sitting on a bench watching the twins flaunt their power.
They were always the best in our group by far. Molly's power was lacking to put it kindly and I could only show of
Night And Silence - Chapter 2
"And she's your bunkmate?"
My tray had been cleared of all meat and I was now pushing around my overcooked vegetables. It was dinner time in the North American Congress (NAC) Heli0n Base. Children and teens were seated in a cafeteria-styled setting; lunch tables stretched across the room and were filled with Isotopes. Well, Generation 2 Isotopes. Generation 1 Isotopes were privileged enough to eat in staff rooms, considering they made up a bulk of the staff, anyways.
"Well, yes, but she's my little sister."
Molly was going off again. She had dressed me in her very cutest outfit, a black shirt and white turtleneck, and adorned a large red ribbon in my hair. On Thursdays, she would sit with the older G2s and always brought me along to make her look older.
"No way!" a boy a few years older than me countered. "Except for the twins, they don't make us siblings. And they were accidents! You're totally full of it!"
"I am not!" Molly retorted. "They used som
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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