|In near-perpetual darkness, a trio discover something truly horrifying.|
Warriors: A new beginning Chapter 6Chapter 6 This will be taking place in ThunderclanWarriors: A new beginning Chapter 6 by HIPie34
"Deputy?! You still think there's a deputy!!" Roared Lightstar to Thunderfur, all the young cat did was ask his leader if he wanted patrols to check out Windclan territory.
"But I...I...you said I was at the gathering" Thunderfur mewed in a low voice, Lightstar hissed at him making Thunderfur crouch down in fear; Lightstar circled him hissing, Thunderfur's clan mates could only watch if they interfered they would get into trouble. Thunderfur's mate Crowtooth looked on it looked like the black she-cat wanted to go and claw Lightstar's eyes out but she knew she would get hurt if she did, Sparrowkit and Spotkit Thunderfur's kits mewed in distress.
"Yes I know I said that, but only to fool those toad brain clans"! Lightstar growled in Thunderfur's face, that cause Spotkit the bravest of the two little kits to jump on Lightstars back an nip at the old leader. Lightstar flung the little kit off, the kit landed wi
Do Not LitterDO NOT LITTER, OR ELSE! declares the red sign above Mike and his friends’ heads. Mike, the self-proclaimed leader of the group, reads it over and over, sipping from his can, tapping his foot to a rhythm in his head.Do Not Litter by Mattchewbackaar
“Or else what?” scoffs Mike. He takes another sip of the can. Gasps in joy.
“Ay you heard the news? The government have got these robots that come after ya now if ya litter, a hundred people have—”
Mike eyes him thinly. “You meaning to tell me that if I drop this can on the floor, right, a heap o’ metal is gonna come rolling down after me, nagging me to put it in the bin?”
“Not nagging. But—”
“Watch.” Mike necks back the can—the acidic liquid stings his throat—and scrunches it up.
Stomps on it—really flattens the can—becomes a part of the ground.
Mike’s eyes dart about. He hears nothing. His friends hear nothin
Free WillIt’s raining.Free Will by Mattchewbackaar
Heidi’s feet take her through the door and into the bus station. People line up at the sliding doors, her mind notes, all have their bags in hands from daily shopping. They wait to go home. Blank expressions, aimless gazing—one of them takes a sneaky peek at their phone—a split-second glimpse—nothing about them sparks interest in her.
A bus driver pulls up outside the sliding doors. People flood out, some in groups, some alone. Heidi’s eyes scan the bus’s exterior. They find the number. 131. Not her bus. No doubt it’ll come in another ten, maybe twenty minutes, Heidi’s mind ponders. Thirty—stretching it. Forty is plain silly, her mind tells her, unless there’s traffic.
After a bit of manoeuvring – squeezing through gaps of people, sidestepping, walking around close-together groups – Heidi finds herself sitting down on a bench. A metal bench. An unmanageable chill races up her back; her shoulders
FriendHe finally has his kill. Stabbed it straight through the chest with a sharp piece of wood – and some brute strength. It’s dead, this animal, beast, he heard its final yelp.Friend by Mattchewbackaar
But he’s making sure: he circles the animal ritualistically, watching for movements. None. He makes an advance, eyes firm on the animal’s carcass. A gust of wind rushes pass the man and animal. The fur waves—shock fills the man. He thinks it’s moving. Stumbling to the floor, grunting, the man finds a rock and lobs it—thump-crack—the carcass budges. The rock rolls away.
He pants. Watches.
The man doesn’t know any better. He doesn’t know the wind moves the fur or when an animal roars a dying cry it means death. If that carcass moves once, he’ll think it’s still alive. So he waits. He plays the waiting game. Eyes thin. Stare unfaltering. He expects the carcass to move. But after a minute, it doesn’t. Not even the fur.
Water Me NotFrom the ground I growWater Me Not by Mattchewbackaar
Using water and light and space
From the soil and so
Allow me to express my grace
Water is fine
But not too much
For that is a bad sign
That one day
You will put me out of touch
Water is okay, I guess
Water will help me grow
As water will not press
Unless too much, I say oh no
But will you listen, how can you
You shall not regret or rue
And eventually, you say oh drat
Flood me with water
And know that I will die
But know this, o thwarter
Of knowledge, of freedom
Know that your end is nigh
You may suppress me
With rock and steel and stone
But I will still rise, you see
And your end, only you postpone
Water me, sure, but not too much
Or water me, no, not at all; be such
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
The warmth of too many bodies in one small room soothed my soul. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the couch, and took a slow, deep breath of oxygen.
"He never told me that! I thought he wanted to marry her-"
"-No, she wanted to finish college first, they split up."
"-Oh my God, reminds me, guys did you hear about Jesse? He dropped out, apparently he's rooming with some kleptomaniac crazy hippy-chick, dropped his cell plan too-and his mom can't even get a hold of him."
"Trevor is gay. He told me last month."
I opened my eyes and sat up straight, noticing the silence in the room. Then eve
Two HeartsTween the beats of my heart I feel a stirring
Within this skin a new soul is forming, unblurring
On the path of rebirth I feel the love inside purring
Here on the clouds of raptured bliss I see the strength of my soul
Every breath I take is two, the dance of life starts to make me whole
A wave of emotional and spiritual bliss reveals the light reveals my role
Reaching into the world I see the love again, a rebirth of my mind is control
This is what life is, not the scars and blisters festering in the deep black hole
Sparks will ignite the passion, you are own jailer, set yourself free and reject parole
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
Professor Dame Sally Davies, Chief Medical Officer for England: “The intention in making these regulations is to ensure that mothers who carry faulty mitochondria can have healthy children free from devastating and often deadly conditions caused by serious mitochondrial disease.
“It is important to remember that mitochondrial DNA represents less than 0.054 per cent of the total DNA, and is not part of the nuclear DNA, which determines our personal characteristics and traits such as personality, hair and eye colour.
“It is only right that we introduce this life-saving treatment as soon as we can so we can give hope to hundreds of UK families."
Dr Trevor Stammers, Programme Director in Bioethics and Medical Law at St Mary's University: “Even if these babies are born they will have to be monitored all their lives, and their children will have to be as well.
“We do not yet know the interaction between the mitochondria and nuclear DNA. To say that it is the same as changing a battery is facile. It’s an extremely complex thing.”
Dr Ted Morrow, Evolutionary Biologist, of the University of Sussex: "using donor DNA would be ‘unwise’ and cause even larger effects than previously seen.
“Remember Dolly the sheep? She died prematurely of an infection but the method used to clone her is similar to MR techniques
“There are a number of published studies that indicate genetic variation in the mitochondrial DNA influences an individual’s personality
“So swapping out the mitochondrial DNA from one person and replacing it with another will undoubtedly influence many different characteristics of an individual.”
www.telegraph.co.uk/news/scien… - more for and against here.
The church of England, ahead of the vote, says the method (and the law) is "irresponsible". - www.telegraph.co.uk/news/scien…
What're your thoughts on three-parent babies?
journals.plos.org/plosone/arti… - Study by Professor Doug Turnbull
www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/artic… - Studies on animals (Provided by skulkey)
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