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Novel Preview!

I am working on a novel right now! It follows two girls (Quark and Twiggy) as they live out their lives on Earth while the sun is dying. The atmosphere has been burned off the the sun’s hot radiation as the star nears the end of its life. Some people may be able to make it to the nearby galaxy Andromeda in hopes of finding a new home, but others will be left behind to witness the death of a star and the end of humanity as we know it.

Here’s a section of what I’ve gotten done already:

I was laying on my back. Quark was next to me, on the grassy crest of the hill. The trees around us photosynthesized with filtered sunlight and the carbon dioxide we breathed out. 

“Did you know,” Quark said, “that we are all made of stardust?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

Quark continued, “A star had to die for me to live, and I’ll die because another star is about to.”

My teeth clenched. 

“Nothing’s changing,” Quark continued. “I’m just a collection of atoms–energy. Who was it? That said that about us being part of the universe?”

“Eckhart Tolle,” I replied, petting the grass. “He said we are a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself.” 

“Yeah,” Quark agreed. “I like that. I’m going home.Returning to my original state. Death isn’t so bad.” 

 

 

Life

Isn’t life amazing?

It didn’t happen by accident

It didn’t happen on purpose

Chemicals rammed into themselves

Slowly making cells

And deep beneath the sea

Slowly they reacted

And later they became me

 

Clockwork Heart

It is the only part of me that works

The heart that lies in my chest

Thrumming against my ribs like some prisoner

Grizzled and bloody and throwing itself at its cage

When my body is full of so much sorrow

That I wish I could just turn over and throw it all up

When it is hard to breathe

When the light is hard to find and I am alone at night

When the darkness spreads out and I am left

To shred at my eyes in order to stop the tears

I lay

And listen to my heart beat

I know it is the only part of me that works

 

Names

We use names to remember people

To mark places on the map

We use names to honor heroes

To remember tragedies of the past

 

Names are power

Names are strong

Names last years and years

Names last too long

 

We use names to hate

To label groups we fear

We use names to separate

To hide what we don’t understand

           

What names do you use to discriminate against others or make them feel bad? Racist, sexist, homophobic names are common–what can you find?

No God

There were three men*

Standing around my bed

Where I lay to die

Without a second try

Let me be lost

They said to their boss

There is no place in heaven for her

She never believed in any god

So pass through darkness

For eternity

Pass through these last moments

In regret

Pay for your sins

Let it go as it is or

Let God in

Stop these sins

And on my dying breath

They tried to make use of my distress

I don’t want to beg for forgiveness on a life well led

I know I was good, so let me rest

This is the end, I’m ready

And my beliefs are steady

I have done my best

This was a life well lived

And now it is over

 

*I never noticed this was like the father, the son, and the holy ghost. That’s not really what I meant at the time I wrote the poem, and it’s not really in line with the rest of the poem, is it? But I decided to leave it because it amuses me that I wrote three men without meaning to make a religious reference. At the time the image was a doctor, a nurse, and a chaplain.

Oh, Empty Coffee Mug

Oh empty coffee mug

How I miss your contents

They tasted so good

And kept me alive through noon

Oh empty coffee mug

Why do you hate me so?

How I miss your contents

I shouldn’t have let them go

Now it’s four pm

And I don’t have the slightest whim

Of how to keep myself alive

Till five

There is no vending machine

With high sugar drinks

And people keep calling

With their menial problems

So I can’t get up and buy myself

Another coffee

Nothing can replace what you once held,

empty coffee mug.

Literally.

I really am dying here.

Fooly Cooly fanfic

The sunset sparkled on the river’s waters, and slower traffic rumbled over the bridge as the day ended. Mamimi clicked a few pictures of the river, snap, snap, snap. She would have to get them developed at the camera store…it would probably be expensive. She’d just have to get some old bread to eat from Takkun’s bakery.

She put her camera back in her blue bag, the white cross on the front making her smile. Seeing it reminded her of Cantido, the God of Black Flame, from her game. Mamimi pulled the red portable game out from under her cameras, and switched it on.

“Having fun, Sameji?”, a snotty voice called behind where Mamimi was crouching, “You always like that kid stuff.”

Mamimi turned around, tucking her game back in her bag. She didn’t say anything back to Miyako Yamato. She couldn’t think of anything.

When Mamimi didn’t react, Yamato chose another tactic, “So, why do you bleach your hair? You should grow it long, and leave it black. Or are you ashamed of it, Sameji? It’s black, just like everyone else’s, isn’t it, Sameji?” Yamato flipped her own smooth, black hair over her shoulder.

“I don’t care what you think about my hair,” Mamimi said softly, turning away and starting to walk past Yamato. Her stomach churned. How was this going to end?

Yamato’s grip was strong, and even when Mamimi tried to fight it, Yamato dug her finger nails into Mamimi’s arm. “Oww!”

Yamato dragged Mamimi backwards, toward the river. She tore off her bag, and swung it into the river. “My cameras!” Mamimi cried, tears coming to her eyes. She lunged herself at the bigger girl, her fist tight, but small and slow.

Yamato tripped her, shoving her into the muddy river water. “Stay where you belong, Sameji.”, Yamato ordered, “Wherever that is,” Yamato turned and walked away.

Mamimi started twisting her skirt to get the water out, not caring if anyone saw her.

The bag was soaked completely through. Water poured out of it as Mamimi pulled it out of the water. She waded back to the bank, loosing one of her shoes in the river.

Mamimi pulled her camera out of her bag, opening thee film compartment. Water leaked out of it. She dried the red game on the dry part of her coat, then stashed everything back in her bag and started walking.

Where, Mamimi Samejima did not know.

~##~

I’m finally dry, Mamimi thought, walking along the highway. Her bag of ruined belongings thumped her bare thigh, and she shivered at the touch of the still-wet bag. She pulled a wet and wrinkled cigarette out of her pocket, the words ‘never know best’ handwritten on it smudged from being wet.

She flicked the back of the lighter, once, twice. For a minute, Mamimi held it there, until the cigarette finally lit. As it burned, it smelled worse than normal. It was the strong kind of cigarette. The kind that Takkun hated her smoking.

Tasuku, do you remember me?, Mamimi thought, wishing her thoughts could reach across the ocean to America, where her boyfriend was playing baseball. Every time she thought about Tasuku, it hurt her and comforted her. She liked to think that Tasuku was waiting for her, but she knew that wasn’t true.

He was moving on.

To cope with being left behind, Mamimi started hanging out with Tasuku’s younger brother, Naota. She even went so far as to call the grade schooler by the same nickname she had given Tasuku—Takkun. Sometimes, when she thought about Takkun, Mamimi wondered whether or not she was thinking of Tasuku or Naota. Both had stayed with her, and both would leave her behind.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D: At the Heart (chapter 4)

“I like the plan,” Simmons shrugged, “Just one teeny problem-how are we going to get her in?” She stressed the last sentence with heavy emphasis. Cava remained in the back of the conference room, watching the screen wearily as it displayed blueprints of a building.

“That’s what we’re working on,” Ward muttered, “She’s got to have some kind of weapon.”

“That girl kicks ass,” Skye gestured to Cava through a mouthful of donut, “Why does she need a weapon?”

“Skye’s got a point,” Coulson offered a small smile and nod to Skye, who pumped her fist. “I think we just need to work on getting Cava in there unseen.”

Cava nodded as Coulson considered her, “I think I can manage that. All I have to do is go in, sneak into his office, and give him the pen, right?” She recapped the plan to make sure she’d gotten it right. Her first real mission from S.H.I.E.L.D, assigned to her directly from Fury himself, and she wasn’t about to screw it up, nevermind whether they were using her or not. She wanted to be there for SOMETHING.

“It might not be that easy,” May interjected, “Cavari’s got guards in random placements around the building-we can’t be sure where they are going to be.”

“I can monitor radio signals and pinpoint a few positions,” Skye offered up, shrugging a shoulder.

“Oh and,” Fitz stepped forward with some device in his hand, “this is for you.” He stated, approaching Cava, who nodded her compliance. Fitz opened up his hand and revealed a small pin with the S.H.I.E.L.D., emblem engraved into the steel.

Turning the pin in her fingers, she contemplated it for a moment before looking back up at Fitz quizzically.

“It’s a back up,” Fitz stated, “If – for whatever reason – you run completely out of power, it will sense the stop in your heartbeat and administer a shock strong enough to get you going again.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. “You mean. . ,” Cava said softly, slowly, “if I get in a fight, then I won’t have to kill one of you guys to start back up?”

Fitz, along with everyone else in the room, smiled. “Nope. And I’ve synced it so your heart will derive power from it, first, rather than another human.”

Cava smiled, relieved. “Thanks.” She wouldn’t have to worry about killing her teammates, she thought to herself as she pinned it to her shirt.

~~##~~

Ward slammed a punch right into the guard’s teeth, feeling them buckle under his knuckles as the guard fell to the floor, unconscious. “Cava, you back there?” He asked.

“Yeah!” The girl replied, gripping the pen she was to plant in Marco Cavari’s office in a white-knuckled grip. “I’m glad I didn’t end up having to come in alone,” she muttered as a few guards came running at them. Ward grabbed one by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, muttering questions to him quietly but with vehemence.

Cava tucked the pen into her pocket to free her hands as the other guard came at her. Adrenaline rushed into her and she felt her heart rate go up. Shooting a punch at the man’s shoulder, she felt her knuckles pop from the sudden pressure as they contacted with the man’s humerus. Crying out in pain or anger, it was difficult to tell, the man lunged at Cava as her heart raced faster.

“Hey, Cava, toss me the pen!” Ward called, holding his hands in the air. Sidestepping the guard that was continuing to grab at her, she yanked the pen from her pocket and tossed it to Ward.

“Okay, you guys are almost there,” Skye said over the radio. “Ward, there’re no more guards on the way. It’s a straight shot to paradise!”

Ward rolled his eyes, jogging down the hall of Cavari’s headquarters in search of the notorious terrorist’s office. For a terrorist, he was pretty high-class, and actually, he preferred to threaten rather than act.

But threats sometimes paid off, as Ward knew, so he kicked open the door to Cavari’s office and let himself in.

“Cavari’s not in his office,” Skye reported urgently.

“Yeah,” Ward nodded with a breathy laugh as he looked around the office empty but for a desk and a few filing cabinets. “Got that info a little late in the game.”

Cava arrived, heart pounding, but she wasn’t at her peak. Ward turned to her for a second, ignoring Skye’s sassy reply. “You okay?” He asked her.

“Yeah,” Cava nodded, leaning a hand on the wall as she tried to slow her breathing. “I’ll be fine. Just need to get slowed down is all.”

Ward nodded, walking up to Cavari’s desk, and setting the pen down carefully beside the others. There were many kinds of papers, documents, licenses, in many different languages. Intrigued, Ward picked up a paper written in Hungarian, a language he was very fluent in, and scanned through it.

“Ward!” Cava’s cry caused him to drop the paper back onto its pile and rush out into the hall. All he saw from his vantage point was a huge guard with Cava by the neck, dangling her off the ground.

“Hey! Get off her!” Ward cried, attacking the large man. “Thanks for the warning, Skye,” he grunted as the man dropped Cava.

Both the guard and Ward expected Cava to slump to the ground, but that did not happen. The teen landed on her feet, rushed to the guard who now had his back turned as he swapped punches with Ward, and threw a kick at the base of his spine.

Energy buzzed throughout her body and her pupils were mere pinpricks as a result of the adrenaline electrifying her. The man cried and bent backward, Ward immediately used the opening to strike him hard in the chest. The guard tumbled backwards, but started to get up, where Cava swiftly dealt out a cruel kick to the head to knock him out.

Sunglasses broken and out cold, the guard lay stationary on the ground as Ward and Cava considered each other.

“What? Ward? Cava? What happened?” Skye asked frantically over the radio. From Fitz-Simmons ECG, both of their hearts were beating more or less normally (the more being Cava). Skye had figured out that they’d beat the rogue guard who had escaped her detection – but what had happened afterward? Did Cava attack Ward and destroy his radio? “HEY! CAVA-WARD! DO YOU READ ME-” Skye yelled into the radio frantically.

“Yeah, we read you, we read you,” Ward replied. He and Cava moved from their positions and proceeded down the hall towards their exit. Cava breathed deeply, trying to slow her heart beat. Ward noticed this and started to jog, hoping to expel some of the energy build-up Cava was experiencing before it blew out or overrode her system.

Sliding around a corner, Ward smirked as he heard Skye exhale a sigh of relief, but he didn’t let on his amusement – or slight enjoyment – that she had been worried about him.

“You two better get out of there in one piece,” May’s voice stated on their radio, “I don’t want to have to come in as back-up.”

Ward nodded in an unseen gesture of assurance; Cava cracked a smile at that as they ran down the hall. “No worries, Agent May. We’re almost out-”

Suddenly gunshots popped in their direction from an unseen vantage point. The windows of the hall the were running down shattered around them, glass crashing to the floor.

“Duck!” Ward exclaimed, he and Cava hit the deck as the gunshots continued to spray through the now empty windows, drilling holes in the opposite wall.

“Ward, there’s a whole unit thirty yards to your right!” Skye exclaimed. “I’ll jam they’re radio signals, see if it’ll confuse them enough for you guys to get outta there!”

Ward grunted a grateful reply to Skye as he crawled over to Cava. She was curled up in a ball, covering her head with her arms. “Cava!” He cried over the still incessant spray of gunfire. “Cava, we have to move! Come on!”

The girl slowly uncurled herself. Ward expected to have to urge her along slowly, assumed she would be tentative in moving forward.

Instead, Cava uncurled herself, pupils pinpricks drowning in her irises as her heart raced at 170 beats per minute. With Ward watching her, stunned, Cava stood up to her full height, bullets flying all around her, and faced their attackers.