Just a little poetry. Call it what you want. Title suggestions???

I find solace in myself amidst the war outside… My troubles are close and my dreams await in peace outside of my grasp…

Solitude and confinement eases the mind and tempts the heart

Jovial accords instill ignorance to my reality

Live in the moment or die in the abyss, two halves of a circle twisted

Infinity now, live in the abyss and die in the moment

That’s more like it, that’s more like it, now it makes sense

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Universe: Singularity

“Do you think we will by chance be where he is?”

“Doubt it.”

“How many will die amongst us?”

Just in one was necessary to get them off of the sun. They knew it couldn’t be done without a collective, two people required to end their solar prison. They could die and destabilize their bodies to warp them out of time and space; a black hole. They called it, singularity for multiple reasons. It’s never been done more than once, and when it was done they ended up on the sun. Could they do it and end up the sun was the real question, there was some calculation for this, an incomplete equation that would get them within a few parsecs from earth.

“Alfus, we come to take the earth.”

On the space station an indefinite quiescence lingered around the home of the people who called themselves “human.” In a conference among those of old, (certainly not older than Alfus) they were of emotion who chose to, instead live to converse about the peculiar situation.

“So? We aren’t crying… but they are silent! Who do they know how to know that they don’t know what to feel?”

“Are they not perfect? The perfect “does not compute” act of loss has infinite possibilities.”

” I agree, the thrill of life has two answers. That fall on the realm of likes and dislikes. But, death!? Has the 4; like, dislike, regret and ignorance.”

“Are they melding? Is it a salad of emotion or a soup of emotion?”

They talked about the sentiments that befell the station. In truth Alfus always when he was ready murdered a select few when he was frustrated. They new he was weakened once he did with the precautions he had in place. If he wasn’t specially caged, it would have been effortless. They sent him down to their champion who would weaken him further for blood, to try to extract ethereal. They had one drop and since then, he had been careful. The conference of elders, if they had to be titled, glorified the droplet. They were linked together in goal, much like the “eternals” were in mind. They eagerly awaited for their champion to wear down an already weakened Alfus, for more blood. They watched Alfus fight the champion and eventually he won.

Then they realized, “Is he getting stronger?”

“CHECK THE SUN!”

They scanned the sun and there they a ball of blue. The scanner acknowledged the area of lowered temperature and preceded to check with their oracle, for a visual. A solar flare blasted a few hundred miles out into space and then they saw a a large piece of the sun, collapse.

“Buh-lak Hol,” the elder said.

The brief moment on the sun un-coursed the station a few degrees off of its rotation. Even the earth’s floating pieces noticeably shifted. The sun destabilized for a few moments before replacing what it lost with a giant flare.

“Their gone… the oracle can’t find them.”

“How many?”

“6”

“How?”

The age old question. One time in history the ninth eternal had created the cracked earth Alfus is now fought on. They remembered. The orcale alarmed and repeatedly announced for the rooms purpose, “WARNING, 6 objects detected one light year away from station.” It could be them. It had to be them.

The youngest elder suddenly detached himself from the ideal. In great fashion, he runs for the ethereal that was in the middle of the room. Drank the drop. The room was in silence and then because they had their human element in tact, they knew what was imminent once they saw his eyes glow. They too died. He called in the futuristic PA, battle stations everyone.

He walked some more steps and he felt it. The surge of everything. Anything that could be felt could be touched could be understood. And then he heard them.

“Hello.”

Universe: Gravitas

“So, you want us to still keep him here? After he killed nine more of children?” The councilman flicked through the photos of the children bathed in blood in their space attire. He wasn’t angry, for he too was considered a human who has forgotten the trivialities of emotion. Yes that carnal or animalistic phenomena; why would it be called that, phenomena? The council members on the space colony looked on in quiescence.

Somewhere on the sun, one of them spoke,”remember that time we removed peoples brains for science?”

“Of course, we now remove the human component socially. Who knew that we clouded our minds with needless things like politics and fun. I could roll my eyes right now if they were here.”

“All the more reason why we were chosen by chaos and anomaly. We were able to keep being human despite the caveats that were present. They practically went crazy and died on their own accord.”

“Ha, you speak as if we did something great. All we did was become more greedy as we have always been, never willing to make sacrifices, but takes sacrifices nonetheless. Yeah, sure they gave up their emotions for increased brain power and technology, some may say they surpassed robots. They don’t even need upgrades or artificial life altering trinkets to keep the heart ticking…”

“How long did Alfus last say they could live for?”

“175 years as of 60 years ago or so…”

“Yes, average being 140.977482957820”

“And we live forever, cursed for wanting it all. Them, blessed for casting away the things that made us once selfish. They are smarter.”

Back on the spaceship, they being the powers that be, they, the order that had fluidity and dreamt of having one mind, their security happened to be those that had the powers of what they had called ethereal. The weren’t totally immune to Alfus oddity of power, where he could control weaker minds and kill with the blink of his eye. They could only bear it exuding minuscule twitches here and there. As Alfus was escorted towards the pod destined for Earth, he never fought back like he usually did. It was boring and creepy to him. No matter how much pain he inflicted they never groaned, cried or shed a splint of emotional intelligence. It frankly grossed him out to know they were still bled and broke like he did.

As he thought this, he was placed in the all glass pod, he then realized it. “Well shit.”

The persons on the sun heard the realization. “Aww. This is surreal, maybe we are better.”

“Alfus is heading to earth. Shall we meet him? Ride the solar flare we will. The last bit of pain we will endure, we must rectify our species.”

On earth Alfus landed on the shattered planet that managed to keep itself green. Its atmosphere kept itself intact after a mini-supernova beamed itself through the earths core. Somewhere around to what earth’s inhabitants called itself in a state of nirvana or golden age that happened. Alfus landed in the shattered area and found the anti-thesis to himself. The leader of the intellectually inclined dead carcasses that dared to call themselves humans. Gender wasn’t a thing so from his perspective, he heard “it” spoke, “so how shall we mutilate each other this century?”

Alfus responded, “this time let us get physical.” His eyes grew intensely blue like a sapphire and he lunged forward with his fist cocked back towards “it”.

Universe: Heated Prison

“I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate…”

“Are you prepared to die?”

The sun was so hot that when the man turned his head, it looked as if his neck shrunk a little with ruffles of his skin melting. It was painful enough to talk, but to move was a pain he never wanted to experience again. He groaned, irritably, “You made me move. I didn’t want to feel that pain for another lifetime…” he saw the others, the seven others sitting amongst him also experiencing the ripping and melding of their bodies of their cells by the nuclear fusion and fission.

Once in awhile they would have to move, lest they sunk into the sun. They were able to walk on the surface, their bodies able to “chill” the surface; their skin ripped from their feet or which ever body part touched serving as a platform. They steadily rocked back and forth in silence, except the one who called out their leaders name repeatedly Alfus.

“He put us here. And he blocked us out mentally. He doesn’t give a damn.”

Meanwhile back on the station, there he was, Alfus the name they once collectively called from the sun, locked in a slumber behind the “glass” of his prison. The vent above constantly breathing out a sleep toxin, and him inhaling its poison. Once it stopped, the ppm dropped ever slow slightly and he was instantly awoken. He hopped up and once again, he was tasked with continuing the learning process.

“Where did we leave off? Yes. That’s right… 2137…” he was about to continue once he cut short, hoping to find a reason to continue what he has done for multiple generations of children who passed through here. Today he was to try something new. He clasped his hand with great intention so much so, a sound wave emanated pass the glass throughout the space station whose size was larger than what they considered a class 4 asteroid. Then he listened. The observers weren’t in the room, he already knew their heartbeats. They weren’t there. They were downstairs on break.

The children tried to comprehend why he’d clapped so hard, why he was now meditating. “Sir, schedule dictates you feed us the lesson. If you will not, I was instructed to tell…”

“Tell you what? I’m about to teach you one of my special lessons.” He paced back and forth, “haven’t you wondered, why they keep me in here?”

“You are a dangerous war criminal.”

“You have ethereal anomalies allowing you to do extraordinary actions.”

“We want your blood.”

“Cryptic isn’t it. Yet you want to live in peace? What was the last war you’ve hand since my time?” He stopped and looked around the room. He methodically clapped really loudly once more. Then listening. ” You all,” he scanned the room. The kids still as robotic as ever. Except one. The one he caught in his peripherals, he honed in on the sound of his heart. ” Don’t you think it’d be easier for me to live in peace? Then you all could live in peace? You know your history. I exiled my team for peace and yet in the thick of the night, BAMM!!!!” He slapped his hand on the glass, and a loud noise shot forward towards the children who didn’t even flinch except the one. And it was then he got scared. Scared enough for himself to be taken over by Alfus.

He got up.

The kids turned and watched him as if they were sentry’s. “Why have you stood HR-201?”

He turned around and walked away.

“What are you doing HR-201?” Another female child said.

He got to the door and locked the room with a push of a button and dropped dead.

It took awhile, but some of the children started to stare with something retro in their eyes. Half of the group were trapped in a stasis of emotion. The other half stayed fixated on Alfus. When they, the children who watched HR-201 break protocol, essentially making them realizing only the ignorance of him locking them in, they turned to Alfus who with a devilish smile, flared his eyes with a bright fluorescent light. They in a moment of mere attosecond, dropped to the floor only after their heads exploded. They blood splatter spread throughout the room and the children who were still alive remained calm. The alarm sounded. Resonating throughout the secret compartment of the space station. Men in white walked in horrified with their shades on.

“You sick fuck!!!” One screamed.

The others remained truly emotionless.

Alfus, sat down on the floor still blissfully smiling. ” I’m sorry if you didn’t already master this. Controlling death itself is evil enough, but children? Free will? You will all die if you don’t stop. I give you all 1 year from today to think about this.”

Back on the sun, they all stood in alliance. “He is ready.”

Still Working, Breathing, Etcetera

Still working on my dreams while I give my government, my beloved country 6 more years of my youth. Hello followers and passerbyers of WordPress welcome to a long awaited and way past due post from yours truly, Oliver Wynter. Some updates? Well I will still write them even you won’t stick around. The picture? That is my son and I! Next update?! My novel is being edited! The editor is cool, I might pay again to have it re-edited depending how it reads when she is done. So far she is great and I hope I can make Lawyer in the Sand a great novel to draw people into my world… (insert evil laugh here) Next update?! I am about to finish off another novel of mine and then go back and edit the novella, I should be done with both by the summer and hopefully send those off for editing! So three books by the end of the year could possibly be sold but I will stagger them for sale. Another update?!? I am midway through my air force career and I am loving my job and half-heartedly love my shop/work space. Some people I don’t care for and others I can tolerate and others again I admire and can be around. I am pretty introverted, but I try to be talkative and outgoing even though it burns. Good burn sometimes. Another update?! My wife and are still together trying to make everyday of our marriage better than the last day. OMG another update?! What are my goals for next year? I forgot to do a New Years resolution, but you know what? I will still continue on with last years. Last year went well for me and I am going to stay my course and do better. Other than that next time I post I might do a short story. Oooh another series 5-post short story. One per say maybe two days, just using my panster powers. Well this is me, from the land of Omnia… hehe that is still a thing by the way wait till 2020…. ciao guys!

Post 8. Morning’s for Writing

In the evening no one is realeased, I hate that guy. I must learn to cooperate with him I guess. Goodmorning everyone, it is I, the one and only I. WordPress and followers I am closing in on the end of my novella, I am about 15k words to the finish. Before you say wait, hold up, 15k words is a lot, I catch writing fever towards the end of my manuscripts. 🤡 Two to three weeks from now I should be done at the least. Now on to the nice picture with the nice caption. Morning writing is the best for me. In the morning I come fresh out of dream land ready to type away. I wake up from 4 to about 6 am ready to write for about 3 to 4 hours. I put away my world and go back into my self induced dream. Except I can move. That’s important. Editing is my worst enemy truth be told, I must overcome him if I am ever to release something. I spent 4 months away from Kamikaze and Lawyer in the Sand. I am ready to tackle them. Working on the J. Tinton novella is so fun because of how I am writing, I get a biy of leeway with grammar and structure. To me it’s shaping up. Love it. I love writing. I can confidently say that. I LOVE WRITING! Time to make friends with the editor. Ciao.😀

Post 7. Exploring.

おはよ! Or goodmorning friends, followers, passerbyers and WordPress! The sun is pretty nice here, some breeze, the music is nice, last night’s sleep was awkward but, this morning I am vibrant. Let’s get into this. Today I am playing around with the basics of writing, re-acquainting myself with it. With that I can solidify what I have been doing, what I would call above average but now a lot better. The english language as you know is a ball of yarn with many rules and sub-rules… that makes it all the more fun to use! My novels will try to explore the obvious typed like narrative but, incorporating the others with my twist should prove to be something spectacular. In my mind I want to start moving on applying my skill better through maturing them through study. Hence, editing Lawyer in the Sand has been a task as I am not an editor. Writing A Designers Obsession, The Infidelity of J. TINTON and Kamikaze has been interesting for me because I am clearly toning my characters personalities and creating connections with them. In laymans terms the medium on which I am creating a great story is much more robust the more I do it. More laymans terms, I am writing better lol! And I see it, especially starting where I was, which was good, real good according to my critiquers and editors, but not quite there. It is a learning process and I am enjoying the ride with heavy anticipation. Even as I write to you all, I am practicing. Chase perfection and you will forever be fit for excellence.