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Speedom Day – A Fuel Story

While the F-X fandom enjoys the splendor of the long weekend, a small rebellion begins to makes its moves to end Moodswing's tyranny...

30th of April – Season 3 “If you’re standing here tonight, then you’re part of the rebellion.” Angela’s words were filled with passion as she spoke to the small group of people in front of her. “If you’re standing here tonight, then you want what I want, which is to save Formula-X from self-destructing, which it will if my husband and your boss continues to go on unchecked.” Elenor Coetzee was one of the people listening...

How I Broke My Nose While Playing Chess At A Church Summer Camp

The inside story of how I managed to get my nose broken while playing chess at a church summer camp.

  Way back when, a friend and I were sitting behind the wired backstop to the church camp’s dusty softball field, playing chess on a small travel board, while waiting for the game in progress to end. We had cleverly positioned ourselves so both of us could watch the softball game while playing the grand game of chess.  Then it happened.  Later investigations revealed a misplayed softball had found a hole in the backstop j...

I’m turning into a puzzle piece, A chess pawn, A token. I’m being used by the player, Find out information,  Feedback ASAP. The player that controls me,  Decides my fate,  Sacrifice me for the life of another? I’m controlled by their actions,  Not one player but two,  But what happened to my free will? I’ve turned into a puzzle piece,  A chess pawn,  A token. I’ve been used by the player,  Found information,  Lost heart a...

The chess match

The battle between two brothers, light and dark.

All wars have a beginning and all wars have an end, except for one. The war between the light that illuminates the world with all that is good and the darkness which fills our hearts, blinding us with pride. The fireplace glowed brightly as the logs of wood crumbled to ash and dust. The gray ash and dust was caught by the iron bucket under the fire place. Both halves of the room were decorated differently. The fireplace,...

The Lost Generation

A prose-poem in the style of Gertrude Stein, comparing the 1920s to the 2010s.

The Lost Generation By Captain Midnight In the style of Gertrude Stein A prose-poem on what our generation faces as compared to the generation of the Jazz Age and beyond. You are part of a lost generation. By shuffling you round and round and round and round The powers that be have stripped you of much of your identity. By giving you standardized tests the powers that be devise Row upon row Of square pegs in round holes t...