SHORT STORY

I saw a man the other day, The oddest one I ever met. His eyes connected to a point, His face in smile of sour regret. He held a clock is his right hand And stared at it, but was away. Just as I took a closer look, I saw it ran the other way. Not to the right. Yes, to the left! A time-machine by all its means Trying to turn the hands of clocks, It was portraying our defeat.

          -Don't fall in love with death. In death there's no conscience. In death there's no love. It's better to fall in love with lettuce. When did someone create something from death. Never...                Whispering:               -You know he preaches this every time.               -Shut up, you'll might learn something.               -Well I don't need...                 Thumps and the two whisperers hang with broken necks.              The preacher added :             - If you are afraid of death,  think of the silence and peace you had before you were born...

          Should this story (scene) be longer ?           In the cube battles are fought. Lives are lost. It's an ancient war replica. Replicated are the numbers of lives lost. Soldiers lose their mind. And also a lot of fun...for those with nothing to care about.           It's called The Cube because of the topology of that bit of space made the war debris form a cube.            On board of the entrance complex, in the great hall, soldiers swear the faith for which they fight. With chins up they repeat the commander's words:              ...           - WE SWEAR TO KEEP ALIVE  THE FAITH THAT MADE US BE!                  Silence...the commander takes a look and leaves. As he outed  through th...

How would it feel to be lost in the vacuum of space? "The Maus is drifting in deep space, slowly rotating. No star maps, no gyro's, no RFTH. The hull's skin is not repairing. Just a vague lite that reminds me of life's faith. Pressure is slowly fading, the cold is creeping. It would be perfect if mind would be clear with it."