Aryan's A-Z

  A Thanksgiving Turmoil Pebbles cushioned their fall on my scalp, the terrace howling from damage and the clatter of soldiers above tuning out the clatter of my heartbeat. German words were thrown around like fire, and it was arson that was the Nazi’s only intentions. My decrepit grandmother groaned from her bed, and my father rushed to suppress her with ailments while my eyes, a perturbed lake, trembled with the thoughts of death, doom, and destruction. My mother kneeled down in front of me, brushed the soot from my light hazel cheeks, and enclasped my head in like it was a ball of fur. The world zoned in on us, and for once in the last 3 months, I felt a little bit safer. BOOM! An explosion convulsed my brief moment of tranquility, and my family huddled in a corner. A creak sounded, long and sonorous, the extension of the noise shattering my eardrums. The mossy viridescent hatch above our makeshift kitchen imploded from pressure, and two padded sable shoes descended the polished...

                                                            Uninvited Guests Rick collapsed back upon his rusty rocking chair, it´s squeaks exacerbating as the swaying motion heightens. His t-shirt, a light navy blue tunic, saturated against his back as drops of sweat commenced their arduous voyage down his grimy face .Virginia´s blistering sun was especially lambent through the insulating windows of his old, two-story abode in the middle of Blacksburg, and the pathetic attempt at circulating wind made by his archaic ceiling fan hardly coughed up a breeze. Rick grunted, dabbed up the molecules of perspiration, and heaved himself off his chair and through the primal corridors of dusty furniture and cacophonous silence.  With his father in absence on another one of his endless business trips for his ¨bloo...

                                                                                     Gun Not Fun 40,000 Americans perish in a single year- all because the triggers in people’s hands function more sporadically than the triggers in their brains. Gun control has been a tendentious political struggle since the second amendment of the constitution was set into play by the United States Congress, sanctioning all U.S citizens the right to bear arms. As society so masterfully does, the information regarding this amendment was falsified to ameliorate their purpose that guns can be wielded to commit mass murder, homicide, and fatal injuries. Did the founding fathers of America really intend to allow people to misuse their privileges and bring s...

 P.O.V- It's 2041 BZZZZ! My body lurches into an arch from the millions of jolts of energy commanding it into position. I haltingly awaken to reveal several crimson lines of nerves compressed into my bleak white eyes, and the colors of the world slowly begin to emerge into existence.  “Welcome back, Mr. Dorami,” a tall, sinewy man attempts a meek smile at me through the crinkles of his weary face. “You have been stuck in a trance, a coma, for the last 20 years, due to an accident you may not remember. The world has been drastically altered since then, so allow me to accommodate you into the new version of what you must now call home.” He cleared his voice with a hoarse cough, and began to shepherd my still dazed person out of the hospital dorm. As faint memories shocked me like bullets to the skull and events I fathomed recollecting were bees buzzing around, too agile to be caught in my grasp and refusing to sit still, the warden shoved me into the broad daylight of what I was...

 Last Lines ___________________________________________________________________________________ “This way is more efficient.” “This way is also going to get us killed.” “Not if we’re smart about it. The greatest of masterminds don’t prattle about the safe and the sound. They take risks. And we are gonna have to do so as well unless you want our skeletons corroding here after the 30 years it will take to do things your way.” “Suit yourself David. That reckless attitude will get the grin expunged from your face by the high tech lasers these guards have. Did you see what they did to Bella when they caught her taking seconds? She better have enjoyed that extra share because it was the last meal she’d ever had.” Jessica’s disapproving eyebrows were caterpillars wiggling at David, disrupting his mental flow and ceasing to relieve the pressure that came with this operation. “Bella had it coming for her, that little-“ he mumbled tempestuously, but deep down he knew she was right. “Here, ta...

 The Ghouls Blood smeared my vision as gore was splattered onto my face. I limped from my half-mascerbated leg down the street, gasping through coughs of fungus that had been an aftermath of the infestation, and sweating half grime, half blood. As my eyes dilated to the sight behind them, eyeball-white behemoth sludges after him, gaining ground and leaving a murky white trail behind them. I scanned the streets of tarnished glass and shattered furniture adorning the empty streets, and my vision locked onto a bijou warehouse down the street. I needed to get there now, I thought. I needed to shelter myself from this being of my creation.  Let me explain. You see, I’m a science professor at a German-Catholic high school, and experiments are my forte. One day after school, I had left an experiment out the night to see what would happen if I mixed apple cider vinegar, coffee, and iron in a blender. When I arrived back the next day, my experiment had vanished, it’s remnan...