Shadow Star

Stories. I loved to hear them from my grandfather. He always had something fun to tell, and I always had a will to listen. Everyday he would climb the hill after the supper and spend an hour on the top, watch the birds fly, see the second Sun setting behind the vast plain and wait for the Trimoon to start dancing above him as stars of the void appeared.

It was unusual, because out of all the old folk, he was the only one who would do this daily. Sometimes, he would stay on the top a little longer and wait there – mesmerized by the twinkling of the void around the third moon and his irregular shifting.

– Isn’t too late for you to be up. – he said fixed on the second moon that shined brighter than ever.

– I need my fuel for dreams. – I said taking a seat next to his legs that were covered with a blanket.

– You came at the right moment. I just thought of an old story, so old many think it’s a legend. – he smiled with warmth and grazed my hair, then he shivered from the cold that rose with the night, pulled the blanket over his back and turned on a smouldering lantern, – This is a legend of a Trimoon, the ancient brother of the Twins and a Shadow Star. – his raspy voice was perfect for this, so I corrected my posture and prepared for the thrilling story.

Grandfather picked up a twig from the ground and started drawing in the crusty dirt that haven’t seen rain in years. He had trouble doing it so, but stayed focused on making the marks.

– A long time ago, when our planet was a filled with colours, we were proud of the color green, the color of the nature… A healthy color. In those times, we only had two moons and two stars. Brothers and sisters we thought of them. Boys even now like to play at night, run wild and battle in high grass, while girls spend their time in light, giggled and danced in the sky. One day, a long lost brother slided from the endless void and joined the company of the Twins, making three moons in the sky. After centuries passed, brothers fought each other with weapons of light that their sister granted them. A weapons of pure light beamed in the night sky, sometimes even during the day. Twins didn’t like the new brother. They didn’t knew who he was and from where did he came from, so it was easy for the Twins to join forces and banish the third brother. The third brother showed them his weapon, a Shadow Star we named it. A lightning orb, so great it shined for two days, straight. Oh, you could not sleep from all of that light. Air went heavy and the Shadow Star baked the green color into the golden plain we live in. Shadow Star disappeared after the clash of brothers. Few days after, our wells went dry, crops perished, cattle started dying. It was horrible. That same night, brothers wept tears over the planet. A fiery comets barred out our sky as pain was too great for them to bare. – grandfather spoke panting from all of the carving he did with the twig, – Lucky for us, one of the comet that fell was holding the name of the third brother. – he added finishing his work, when I rose to see what did he wrote in the ground.

The mark said U.S.S. Arthur.

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Night time blabbering 10

Whoa, we are going double digits over here. Damn, this time next year I could be making blabbering 375th log. Feeling like time is passing you by and there is nothing you can do about it, but lay down in a fetal position and cry yourself to sleep with total mental breakdown, hyperventilating and doing a light speed slideshow of your miserable life through your mind in a endless loop, yet? Wait, I went to deep. Ain’t nobody got time fur that.

Seriously, who’s got the time to idly sit and think about… Like, I don’t know, EVERYTHING?! Is it easier not to look behind you every now and then? What am I saying? Maybe I am the one going crazy, but crazy is good. It is far more interesting than being regular, basic, normal. Could you think of a person approaching you when you are in the middle of panic attack, and instead of helping you in any way, he goes: “Wow. I wish I could have a panic attack just like you. You are so different from the others. I hate those casually: “Howdy Bob.” kinda guys.”? Am I making any sense?

I guess I’ll be waiting here, pretending to pet the 42. Cyber Corps mascot Kitten and contemplate the lifespan of a light bulb.

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Night time blabbering 9

Here I go again with my pondering on life. Ah, I am in that mood where I don’t know should I rant, or just roll over the problems and move on. Why am I writing blabbering 9 today, and not yesterday when I should’ve written it? Well, I had no electric power.

I swear to God, Nikola Tesla is rolling in his grave for what are these people from the distribution doing to us. Yeah, Tesla was half Serb, half Croat that lived in USA. It’s complicated as everything else.

I mean, that’s not big of a deal, because in the Balkans, we learned not to be depended on electricity. Even if we have washing machines, we know how to manually wash our clothes, even if we have electric stoves, we know how to prepare food on fire, even there is no light, we still know how to make candles. The hell, we were though of how to survive if we have water and power shortages. Some developed countries get frozen still when they have snow, or floods… We call that mondays. And to make this even more awesome, it’s not just people from the Balkans that are thought of how to survive. ALL OF THE NATIONS ARE DOING THE SAME.

Surviving is not as same as living, but hey, we all move on. I don’t know who said it, but I kinda recalled the proverb: “The only easy day, was yesterday.

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I gathered my coat, waved at the mass standing at the terminal and entered the luxurious limo. A young man in his forties, looked like he was barely thirty. He had a long dark coat and a flexible plastic ribbon in front of his eyes. I turned my head towards the window. It looks like it’s about to rain.

– Sir, yes sir. We are monitoring the stock market. Yes, we took the initial steps for buying a hefty portion of the valuable documents and we have alerted our lawyer firm to be ready if something leaks out to the media. – he spoke into the earpiece while limo shifted its sound to an electric hum and started lifting off of the ground in a steady speed.

– It’s going to rain. – I said absent in my thoughts, but the man paid no attention to me, – Do you think it’s going to rain? – I asked but he was too focused on his work.

– Smile at the people. – he ordered me fetching a portable drive he connected with a computer by his side.

I turned again towards the window and waved smiling at the crowd that waited us to fly away. After a few seconds of idiotic grin, limo rotated by 45 degrees and went in cruiser mode.

– I feel bad for doing this. I’ve studied for a half of my life. I got five degrees in psychology, sociology, advanced politology and two from business management. How did this happen to me? – I leaned in the seat and holding my chin, dubiously watching the traffic lights and other vehicles zooming the air.

– Ah, – long exhale and bending over knees came from the opposite seat where young assistant was about to drop some knowledge, – We are preparing to start a war for resources and dominion over one country. We are selling weapons to the rebellious factions on the ground, we are financing various movements that fight our political opposition, we are also controlling the media and own factory syndicates and you ask me if it’s going to rain and how did this happen? – I saw the pissed off face of the young man in a corner of my eye, but still remained determined to get my answers, – Those degrees you’ve mention, look good on a person, that’s why we wanted you. Mister Krein talked with you about this. You owe us this. There is no turning back. You know that. Why don’t you stop asking stupid questions and start doing what you were told to do? – he said that last like he was ready to throw a punch, when I swinged my head around.

– But when it’s going to end?! – I smacked the seat I sat on and he slightly jerked back to give me a wonderstruck gaze.

– But Mr. President, we’ve just begun.

****

Meeting was supposed to be in her villa. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, so I ordered an elegant suit. Someone from the delegacy brought it neatly packed and I put it on. Standing in front of the mirror, I liked the way I looked, but deep down, I was able to see my soul rotting. Dreams of setting my country straight was more obvious that it will not happen during my reign. My empty stare at the mirror despised the person they saw in it. A so called President was a puppet of the corporative whores that run the country like a virus. You don’t know you are sick until you are dead. If the symptoms ever showed, I was the medieval doctor to calm the patient and blame it all on somebody else, rather providing our country with a cure.

– She is waiting Sir. – one man from my team leaned over the door step while holding the knob, then he nodded and went away when I turned my face drained of life.

I stepped out masked as a jolly leader of the free world known as Mithria and waved at the drones flashing their cameras while reporters stood as holograms beneath the platform. Someone thought it would be nice if we played an ambient sound of the crowd cheering – so the overwhelming noise played in the background. I wonder, do people know how artificial this was?

Photoshoot went smooth and as planned, then the questions came. Crowned Princess replied in calm as royalty supposed to, and I played a deep minded buffoon, spouting encouraging messages to the nation on the other side of the screen. We shook hands, smiling of course, and wend backstage. The whole press room fell to darkness when all of the cameras and lights shut down. Empty. Completely empty. There was no body in the room. It saddened me.

– Please, sit. – blonde Princess showed me the comfy chair and I accepted her offer, – Bring us brandy. – she smiled at the robo-butler and machine hissed toward the table behind me.

I was smiling at her just because she wasn’t taking off that mask we all had when in public. She crossed her legs and I could see she paid a lot of attention to her silky skin that was tanned and tempting. Two open buttons of her white shirt hid mystery of what color was her bra, but if one would stare, it would see she wasn’t wearing any. Her golden saloon shoes were changing color, because that was the latest model with holograms installed in them.

– Is Krein pushing you too hard? – she asked and instantly bursted in laughter, – You’ll get used to it. He does it to all of them. It seems that bastard is immune to death. Many have tried to get rid of him, but failed. Don’t get any ideas that something like that is easy. He even has a mobile plasma shield that protects him from rockets. I’ve seen rebels try and fail at their attempt of killing us all when we were at the International Peace Summit. He took the rebel survivors and made them work ’til death. He is not a fun guy. – she spoke joyful and happily like we were long time acquaintances, which only made me frown in oddness of her words.

– You work for him too? – my question amused her in a unique way because she couldn’t touch her lips together from that idiotic smiling.

– Royalty doesn’t work. – she said emptying the glass dry and requesting another that soon got empty, then the third came and she was already drunk.

I was aware that our royal Princess was an alcoholic, but I didn’t knew how it all begun. It must be the Krein that provoked her to start drinking away her sorrow. I witnessed a several more glasses being lifted, more of her smiles and winks at me, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and lustful pulling of her tight skirt. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, but I decided that this will be my last.

****

Door moved and that slick assistant walked in holding papers in his hands. He elegantly approached the broad wooden table and dropped them in front of me. I heard his steps walk around my chair and stopped at the window that portrayed the theme of a rain forest. He pressed the button on the console and turned it off where image of busy world I was running flashed in his eyes.

– What is this? – I asked looking at the red mark that said “Top Secret”.

– Black ops clearance. We are moving in haste to beat the competition. Our boots are already on the ground, now you sign that… And we are free to go with the Stage One. – he said smiling and observing the flying drones in the air.

– Black Ops, where? – I asked turning my chair around when he froze for a second to think, then he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat.

– You know that Klavatians are in dispute of land with their neighbouring state of Dadoria. Dadorian Generals are massing their troops at the border, while Klavatians are fighting in a bloody revolution to overthrow the corrupt government we were paying for years. You know that, right? – he gesticulated with his hands, but when I was to say something he continued, – Now. We are washing our hands from those claims and we are taking sides with the Dadoria. Why? Well, they have more power and resources we can use. Starting a war with them can only further close their minds of doing business with us, so we are patting them on the back to get our hands on their foreign policy. If we were to help Dadoria, they would need to repay us with something. We are in business. – he walked posh around the table and spoke like giving a speech, which made me feel wrong in my stomach.

– But Klavatia is our long term ally? We fought the same enemy… Together! – I smacked the table and came staring at the slick bastard that only had laugh for my reasoning.

– Klavatia used it’s purpose. We were funding their opposition too. Why do you think there is a revolution there? Fanatics are so easy to control. – he laughed like he heard a joke, then he gasped – We were betting on them both. Who ever wins, it will keep our interest at the paramount when structuring new rule. Either way, we win. This is just teaching them a lesson and bringing better rates in production. We build it, we destroy it, we build it again… That’s how world works. – smiling jerk leaned on the table and crossed his arms waiting for me to sign the damn papers.

– You’ve sentenced them to die. – I groaned, ready to jump over the table and wrap my hands around his wessel neck.

– No, Mr. President. We are just giving them a new beginning. – he added smoothly walking towards the door.

– I am not signing the damn thing. Millions will die! – I stood up wanting to stop him from exiting, but he bowed his head with shame, then he slightly rose his eyes at me.

– Million of their lives are paying for the future of our country. We are centuries passed from sacrificing our own for the greater good. Now we sacrifice our enemies. – he spoke over his shoulder, but I shouted again.

– But Klavatians are our friends. – I almost begged him not to make me do this and saw it was pointless.

– We have no friends Mr. President. – the door closed, I got back on my seat and grabbed my head, trying not to cry while praying for guidance, while busy traffic of drones and flying cars orderly flew in the clear sky behind me.

****

I snuck out while the presidential residence was in standby mode. I even had to set up the master computer not to raise alert when I got out the door. Luckily I had armed guards at my side so I saluted them in haste and told them not to speak of this to no one.

Unmarked car waited for me on the sidewalk where sewage mist rose to conceal me from the nosy drones. If someone would’ve seen a President getting in a suspicious car like this, media would tear me apart, but knowing that Mr. Krein owned the state, he would silence them in a record time. Alas, I’ve decided to fight back and restore order in the state, break the bonds that held me down, made me a puppet of greedy tycoons that were only focused on power. Tonight, I’ll strip them of that power.

– Let’s go. – my companion tapped the driver and car started humming into the air.

Like I did something illegal, I was tangling around waiting someone from the Krein’s ranks to stop us and bring me back, but there was nobody following us. After reaching the desired height, car went in a silence mode, turned all the lights off and transponder that was monitored by the Domestic Transportation Center.

Few hours have passed in rout and not a word was said. Finally car begun descending to the warehouse illuminated by the weak street lights. Our glasses showed the outline of rogue armed guards, independent militia I intended of hiring. Hissing of the power rods that fueled the car stopped when I dropped my foot on the ground. We moved inside and saw an empty space with light shining over the center where chairs were lined up in a circle. I was nervously panting as the sound of my steps bounced against the walls.

– Mr. President. I am honored to meet you. – a bearded man said extending his cybernetic arm to greet me.

A veteran – I thought shaking his arm. Thought to act like a puppet, I gave him the most vile grin before I took the seat. Other people approached the light, showing their faces where one of them was a businesswoman I knew previously. She was wearing a modern working suit with a stylish ribbon where she kept her hard drive. They all sat down and looked at me anticipating to hear my plan of getting my power back, so I rubbed my hands over my knees and took a breath.

– First of all, I would like to welcome you all. It is a serious amount of courage you have taken only to meet me here. I know this isn’t my usual office, and this isn’t a usual gathering. – I was speaking, when the veteran interrupted me.

– Sir, get to the point. We all know this is not an official meeting. We know about Krein and the political whores that serve under him. We also know you’ve got the balls to defy him. Tell us the plan. What do you intend to do? – man said unfazed by what was happening.

– Oh, yes. Fish stinks from the top, so if we remove him from the position he is currently in, his empire would shake and crumble. Power hungry people will start grabbing away whatever falls from there and he would not be able to get back to his former might. Assassination attempts have failed before, so we must strike him from within. He owns many people that don’t support him, so I will encourage them to take a stand and start raising noise. This will then make me investigate the charges against him, which he will try to hide. His people are everywhere, so we must be cautious not to give him proof he can run to the media with. – I spoke when veteran rose his cybernetic arm asking for a moment to speak.

– What do you need us for? – he asked, his eyebrow tilted.

– As I said, he has many people working for him. Your job is to find them and stop them from harming the workers and people with voice. Dirty cops, corrupt government officials and agents that operate in shadows are what he will use first. You must draw them to light and show them to the world. While you chase down his thugs, Elrona here will bring in the heat from the other side as his rival. Her charity fonds and organizations will start helping those that need help, while her business partners can focus on corporate espionage. It is pointless to say that I nominate her as my successor. He has no reason to lash out on her, but he will attack me with everything he has.

– It sounds like you are sacrificing yourself. – Elrona commented in a voice able to melt hearts, when I smirked at her and confirmed with my head.

– I am, and that’s the price I am willing to pay for the greater good. – I added and silence took over the room where dozen people shared the same dream of bringing down a tyrant.

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I snuck out while the presidential residence was in standby mode. I even had to set up the master computer not to raise alert when I got out the door. Luckily I had armed guards at my side so I saluted them in haste and told them not to speak of this to no one.

Unmarked car waited for me on the sidewalk where sewage mist rose to conceal me from the nosy drones. If someone would’ve seen a President getting in a suspicious car like this, media would tear me apart, but knowing that Mr. Krein owned the state, he would silence them in a record time. Alas, I’ve decided to fight back and restore order in the state, break the bonds that held me down, made me a puppet of greedy tycoons that were only focused on power. Tonight, I’ll strip them of that power.

– Let’s go. – my companion tapped the driver and car started humming into the air.

Like I did something illegal, I was tangling around waiting someone from the Krein’s ranks to stop us and bring me back, but there was nobody following us. After reaching the desired height, car went in a silence mode, turned all the lights off and transponder that was monitored by the Domestic Transportation Center.

Few hours have passed in rout and not a word was said. Finally car begun descending to the warehouse illuminated by the weak street lights. Our glasses showed the outline of rogue armed guards, independent militia I intended of hiring. Hissing of the power rods that fueled the car stopped when I dropped my foot on the ground. We moved inside and saw an empty space with light shining over the center where chairs were lined up in a circle. I was nervously panting as the sound of my steps bounced against the walls.

– Mr. President. I am honored to meet you. – a bearded man said extending his cybernetic arm to greet me.

A veteran – I thought shaking his arm. Thought to act like a puppet, I gave him the most vile grin before I took the seat. Other people approached the light, showing their faces where one of them was a businesswoman I knew previously. She was wearing a modern working suit with a stylish ribbon where she kept her hard drive. They all sat down and looked at me anticipating to hear my plan of getting my power back, so I rubbed my hands over my knees and took a breath.

– First of all, I would like to welcome you all. It is a serious amount of courage you have taken only to meet me here. I know this isn’t my usual office, and this isn’t a usual gathering. – I was speaking, when the veteran interrupted me.

– Sir, get to the point. We all know this is not an official meeting. We know about Krein and the political whores that serve under him. We also know you’ve got the balls to defy him. Tell us the plan. What do you intend to do? – man said unfazed by what was happening.

– Oh, yes. Fish stinks from the top, so if we remove him from the position he is currently in, his empire would shake and crumble. Power hungry people will start grabbing away whatever falls from there and he would not be able to get back to his former might. Assassination attempts have failed before, so we must strike him from within. He owns many people that don’t support him, so I will encourage them to take a stand and start raising noise. This will then make me investigate the charges against him, which he will try to hide. His people are everywhere, so we must be cautious not to give him proof he can run to the media with. – I spoke when veteran rose his cybernetic arm asking for a moment to speak.

– What do you need us for? – he asked, his eyebrow tilted.

– As I said, he has many people working for him. Your job is to find them and stop them from harming the workers and people with voice. Dirty cops, corrupt government officials and agents that operate in shadows are what he will use first. You must draw them to light and show them to the world. While you chase down his thugs, Elrona here will bring in the heat from the other side as his rival. Her charity fonds and organizations will start helping those that need help, while her business partners can focus on corporate espionage. It is pointless to say that I nominate her as my successor. He has no reason to lash out on her, but he will attack me with everything he has.

– It sounds like you are sacrificing yourself. – Elrona commented in a voice able to melt hearts, when I smirked at her and confirmed with my head.

– I am, and that’s the price I am willing to pay for the greater good. – I added and silence took over the room where dozen people shared the same dream of bringing down a tyrant.

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Dance of Masks (3)

Disclamer

Door moved and that slick assistant walked in holding papers in his hands. He elegantly approached the broad wooden table and dropped them in front of me. I heard his steps walk around my chair and stopped at the window that portrayed the theme of a rain forest. He pressed the button on the console and turned it off where image of busy world I was running flashed in his eyes.

– What is this? – I asked looking at the red mark that said “Top Secret”.

– Black ops clearance. We are moving in haste to beat the competition. Our boots are already on the ground, now you sign that… And we are free to go with the Stage One. – he said smiling and observing the flying drones in the air.

– Black Ops, where? – I asked turning my chair around when he froze for a second to think, then he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat.

– You know that Klavatians are in dispute of land with their neighbouring state of Dadoria. Dadorian Generals are massing their troops at the border, while Klavatians are fighting in a bloody revolution to overthrow the corrupt government we were paying for years. You know that, right? – he gesticulated with his hands, but when I was to say something he continued, – Now. We are washing our hands from those claims and we are taking sides with the Dadoria. Why? Well, they have more power and resources we can use. Starting a war with them can only further close their minds of doing business with us, so we are patting them on the back to get our hands on their foreign policy. If we were to help Dadoria, they would need to repay us with something. We are in business. – he walked posh around the table and spoke like giving a speech, which made me feel wrong in my stomach.

– But Klavatia is our long term ally? We fought the same enemy… Together! – I smacked the table and came staring at the slick bastard that only had laugh for my reasoning.

– Klavatia used it’s purpose. We were funding their opposition too. Why do you think there is a revolution there? Fanatics are so easy to control. – he laughed like he heard a joke, then he gasped – We were betting on them both. Who ever wins, it will keep our interest at the paramount when structuring new rule. Either way, we win. This is just teaching them a lesson and bringing better rates in production. We build it, we destroy it, we build it again… That’s how world works. – smiling jerk leaned on the table and crossed his arms waiting for me to sign the damn papers.

– You’ve sentenced them to die. – I groaned, ready to jump over the table and wrap my hands around his wessel neck.

– No, Mr. President. We are just giving them a new beginning. – he added smoothly walking towards the door.

– I am not signing the damn thing. Millions will die! – I stood up wanting to stop him from exiting, but he bowed his head with shame, then he slightly rose his eyes at me.

– Million of their lives are paying for the future of our country. We are centuries passed from sacrificing our own for the greater good. Now we sacrifice our enemies. – he spoke over his shoulder, but I shouted again.

– But Klavatians are our friends. – I almost begged him not to make me do this and saw it was pointless.

– We have no friends Mr. President. – the door closed, I got back on my seat and grabbed my head, trying not to cry while praying for guidance, while busy traffic of drones and flying cars orderly flew in the clear sky behind me.

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10. 12. 2017

Aaa-ha-haaa, yes. My 42. Cyber Corps is growing STRONG. Here we are at the 200th follower. Yes, there is a call for others to “enlist via email” to my army and the number is around the 300, but we are monitoring the “follow” button and the rewards that come when someone uses it. I had to clarify that, so nobody gets confused with all of the numbers on my blog.

I feel I should say something, maybe a quote or a verse, but I am speechless right now. I don’t know how to react to this. For weeks I saw this coming and I was growing happier by the second and finally it happened. Someone stumbled over my blog, read a story and decided he likes what I wrote. Isn’t everything happening by chance? You tell me.

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I hereby promote Oh Brother to a Sergeant First Class for interesting post, kind comments and truly wonderful charisma she radiates with. I enjoy every letter she puts in the text and the attention for details she often places in her writing.

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I promote Carlo Rossi to a Sergeant First Class because of his spectacular texts about many wonders that decorate his county and love of his country that couldn’t be measured. When reading his posts, I feel like I am witnessing the grand architectures in person.

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I promote Love to a Sergeant First Class because of the emotional and thoughtful post she is writing in a very heartbreaking way it almost leaves a crack in my iron made cyber heart. I might turn human because of her.

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I would also like to thank the Sergeant First Class Yuvi for her comments and shown love, for I became very fond of her and her posts also. I like the style of her writing, because it somehow fits her personality and it can’t be copied. I look forward reading a lot of your stuff.

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I promote Michael to a Sergeant First Class because of the haiku that leaves me confused and provokes sudden bursts of laughter. I became a regular visitor and committed reader of the blog that brought me joy. Keep making those.

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I want to thank the Sergeant First Class Hayley and also say that she should write more. I’ve found her form of writing very interesting and I admire the easiness with whom she writes stunning posts.

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I am thanking Sergeant First Class Jasmine even though I haven’t seen her posting for a while. I can only hope she is taken by more important things and that she will soon return to WordPress. Even so, I recommend everybody to drop by her blog and read a few poems she made.

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I also thank the Sergeant First Class Teodora for very emotional, empathic and understanding posts that motivate me to stay true to my goals and strive to be a better man. It’s hard to explain how much love does she puts in her work, so I can only suggest you to read what she writes with genuine kindness.

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I promote Kimberly to a Sergeant First Class for very personal posts, thoughts and opinions. After few of her posts, I started feeling like I’ve known her for a very long time. She writes in a beautiful and easy to follow way that I keep soaking in like water. Thank you for sharing your world with me.

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I am also thankful to the Sergeant First Class Nash for being honest and a good friend of mine that is not afraid of telling me when my writing is lacking sense and what ideas are well thought. I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for you my friend.

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I promote Sofia to a Sergeant First Class for her highly addictive short stories, wonderful style of writing and frequent comments she likes to leave at the bottom of my posts. I admire her writing skills and the lightness of her fingers while she writes stories.

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I promote Ray to a Sergeant First Class for the interesting aspects to everyday life and insight in her colorful and happy world. Although I am still fresh to her blog, I religiously started to read her writing, and I also recommend others to do the same.

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I promote B. to a Sergeant First Class for very short, but striking posts that often make me pause for a moment and take in the meaning of those words. I find her work very inspirational and valuable. Keep up the good work.

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I promote Mile to a Sergeant First Class because of his short stories that enrich my work through inspiration and different angle of looking at certain situations. Even I am new to his blog, I’ve found many artistic masterpieces that blew me away.

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I promote Tetiana to a Sergeant First Class for unbolting me from everyday routine and giving me something to look for in reading. If you haven’t seen her work, I suggest you to check it out and show her some love from me.

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I promote Fauxcroft to a Sergeant First Class for making great poem in the way I couldn’t possibly do. For the short span of time I am a follower of that blog, I became a regular visitor because of the creativity that have made those poem for what they are – a golden nuggets.

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I promote Stephen to a Sergeant First Class for being a great and responsible parent that have shown me how strong character can be. His family is slowly becoming my daily visit and a pleasant read, because I can see hope lingering threaded in the post he writes.

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I promote Yazzeus to a Sergeant First Class because of the truly poetic stand in life turned towards love and passion. Every sentence she writes is a piece of her heart copied to paper. I grew to like her style of writing so I suggest you to visit her blog.

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I promote Shikka to a Sergeant First Class for her witty poems and book reviews that interested me enough to look for them in my local library. I also thank her for all of the reads and likes.

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I am extremely grateful for the Sergeant Second Class Nathaswami for being one of the brothers in quill that kept me going and for the posts that often lingered in my mind while I was off computer. He gave me much needed hope when I needed it most, and I could never forget that.

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I promote Ruth to a Sergeant Second Class for providing me with a glimpse of what a humble and modest person she is. I can’t describe in full how often I was moved by the words she writes from the bottom of her gentle and passionate heart… And don’t get me started on the photos she has taken with her camera.

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I promote Juan Te to a Sergeant Second Class for the great and insightful posts, great personal stories and lovely comments. I grew to religiously read her post and visit her blog, because I always learned something from her experience. Keep up the good work my sister in quill and don’t stop writing.

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I promote Stella to a Sergeant Second Class for her lovely smile that transcends through all of her posts and shine upon me. Who could’ve known that Denmark is so interesting place to live in? Thanks for what she is doing, I am constantly building up a desire to visit the places she often described in her giggly posts. Stay giggly Stella. Never change.

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I promote Susan to a Sergeant Second Class for thought provoking posts, interesting stories and being a muse to all of us that follow her blog. I consider her a very talented writer and honorable person. For those seeking inspiration, check her blog.

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I promote Zeckrombryan to a Sergeant Second Class  for choosing the same genre of writing as me and weaving amazing stories I found hard not to read in one breath. He is truly talented plotter that uses English almost as his native language. If you like action, his blog is packed to the back with it.

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I promote Obioma to the Radiant Lieutenant Second Class for her kind words, great poems and shown friendship. I strongly value our comradery that started from the beginning of this blog. It is impossible for me to talk with her and not have a smile on my face, which made me a better person.

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I promote Alyana to the Radiant Lieutenant Second Class for sharing laughter with me, sharing the burdens of life and presenting me a voice of objectivity. Her blog gave me so much of insight in the world that appeared not so different from mine. I thank her for being a good friend of mine and trusty commentator.

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I promote Debbie Pierce to the Radiant Lieutenant Second Class for her lovely poems, encouraging comments and shown friendship. Among many bloggers I follow, she is one that brings me smile even before I get to read the colorful poems she writes with such ease, it is out of this world… and then, people say I write fiction.

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I thank the Radiant Lieutenant Second Class Idlebrain for being a true friend of mine. For some reason, he is absent WordPress and I became very worried of where he might be. His posts speak volumes and sometimes, I like visiting him, even if he isn’t posting as much as he used too.

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I thank the Radiant Lieutenant Second Class Duri for being supportive of my blog and for being one of the first followers that didn’t just leave a like and vanished. I became very fond of his work and I hope he will make more in close future.

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I thank the Company Mayor Matt for starting all of this rise to stars. If it wasn’t for his instructions about blogging, I still would be at the level zero. All of my success I owe to this guy. Matt is an aspiring writer and a great Harry Potter fan. He likes books, but most of all, he likes to help. I wish you many written books and a huge fanbase you can geek out about your favorite books. Thanks once again Matt.

Ah… I don’t know what else to say. Congrats everybody. I will celebrate this occasion with a bottle of beer. You are welcome to do with your new bling whatever you like. You can write about it if you get an inspiration, you can tell your mom about it, or tell it to your pet if you have one, of take it to your grave as a secret.

And I thank you all for choosing me as someone worth of reading. I am truly honored to write for you my brothers in quill. May your success be written among the stars.

– With love, Nenad. –

Dance of Masks (2)

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Meeting was supposed to be in her villa. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, so I ordered an elegant suit. Someone from the delegacy brought it neatly packed and I put it on. Standing in front of the mirror, I liked the way I looked, but deep down, I was able to see my soul rotting. Dreams of setting my country straight was more obvious that it will not happen during my reign. My empty stare at the mirror despised the person they saw in it. A so called President was a puppet of the corporative whores that run the country like a virus. You don’t know you are sick until you are dead. If the symptoms ever showed, I was the medieval doctor to calm the patient and blame it all on somebody else, rather providing our country with a cure.

– She is waiting Sir. – one man from my team leaned over the door step while holding the knob, then he nodded and went away when I turned my face drained of life.

I stepped out masked as a jolly leader of the free world known as Mithria and waved at the drones flashing their cameras while reporters stood as holograms beneath the platform. Someone thought it would be nice if we played an ambient sound of the crowd cheering – so the overwhelming noise played in the background. I wonder, do people know how artificial this was?

Photoshoot went smooth and as planned, then the questions came. Crowned Princess replied in calm as royalty supposed to, and I played a deep minded buffoon, spouting encouraging messages to the nation on the other side of the screen. We shook hands, smiling of course, and wend backstage. The whole press room fell to darkness when all of the cameras and lights shut down. Empty. Completely empty. There was no body in the room. It saddened me.

– Please, sit. – blonde Princess showed me the comfy chair and I accepted her offer, – Bring us brandy. – she smiled at the robo-butler and machine hissed toward the table behind me.

I was smiling at her just because she wasn’t taking off that mask we all had when in public. She crossed her legs and I could see she paid a lot of attention to her silky skin that was tanned and tempting. Two open buttons of her white shirt hid mystery of what color was her bra, but if one would stare, it would see she wasn’t wearing any. Her golden saloon shoes were changing color, because that was the latest model with holograms installed in them.

– Is Krein pushing you too hard? – she asked and instantly bursted in laughter, – You’ll get used to it. He does it to all of them. It seems that bastard is immune to death. Many have tried to get rid of him, but failed. Don’t get any ideas that something like that is easy. He even has a mobile plasma shield that protects him from rockets. I’ve seen rebels try and fail at their attempt of killing us all when we were at the International Peace Summit. He took the rebel survivors and made them work ’til death. He is not a fun guy. – she spoke joyful and happily like we were long time acquaintances, which only made me frown in oddness of her words.

– You work for him too? – my question amused her in a unique way because she couldn’t touch her lips together from that idiotic smiling.

– Royalty doesn’t work. – she said emptying the glass dry and requesting another that soon got empty, then the third came and she was already drunk.

I was aware that our royal Princess was an alcoholic, but I didn’t knew how it all begun. It must be the Krein that provoked her to start drinking away her sorrow. I witnessed a several more glasses being lifted, more of her smiles and winks at me, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and lustful pulling of her tight skirt. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, but I decided that this will be my last.

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My social links that people avoid for some reason. – Facebook & Twitter

Here are some more stories for those that like fiction.

Death from above

Valuvian Satellites

Dust serpent

Night time blabbering 8

Wow, eight already. I seriously must stop blabbering. Oh, geez, is this ever going to stop? It sure is a lot interesting writing these than having to come up with a plot and develop it everyday.

What should I blabber about in these late hours, a couple of hours before I hit the bunk and try to sleep? It’s a curse I tell ya’. I constantly wake up at night and stare at the ceiling like an idiot. I start playing short films of my idyllic life, fantasize about future, invent new stories, plan on how to achieve my goals, think of what problems wait for me when I get up. How can someone sleep when he thinks of this stuff? Seriously now, do you have a vivid dreams of your success? How do you imagine them?

I like thinking I am in a talk show giving my take on writing process, try to be humble and present myself as a modest person. Peace and tranquility, that’s what lays deep inside my soul. So why writing about war all of the time? Doesn’t that bugs you? A man of reason focused on chaos, not flinging before the sight of fire and screams, a dreadful sight of horror. Are we really searching for our opposites? Is this why potato chips go so well with chocolate?

Kitten missed you since last night. I wish this kitty was real so I can pet it for you, but alas, all my dreams are fictional.

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No, no pity or compassion needed. I get these feelings from time to time. Here’s some links for you, if you decide to drop by and land me some foul language. – Facebook & Twitter

Maybe you want to read yourself to sleep, so here’s something longer.

Rock Sol 1 C (Full)

Man without a name (Full)

Ramgorian mind games (Full)