But yeah. I'm finally getting into deviantart. It's nice to actually put up some of my writing where it might be read. Or not.


Temoral RevengeToday, I am homeless. I have been homeless for a year now, after losing my job at the mill. I had a good childhood until my parents were killed in a car accident, and then everything went downhill from there, with foster homes, dropping out of high school, and a drinking problem.Temoral Revenge
But a week ago, I was a criminal psychologist.
In my hand, I'm looking at a scrap of paper with a picture of a blond man and a complex equation on it, and for a moment, I could not remember where I had gotten this piece of paper. And then, it all rushed back to me, like a dream I had forgotten. In that moment, I thought myself mad, but thi


love errorJake was dead.love error
The funeral was open casket, in some suburban church, and I found myself looking down at his body with a bitter taste in my mouth, trying to comprehend what had happened.
The memorial had been like a high school reunion. Everybody was friends with Jake, and most of us ended up having to stand during the service as the church was packed. I remember being crammed in the back next to my boyfriend Thomas and his old friend, Steve, as the speaker droned on about the physical body and the soul, but all in all, it really didn't sink in.
Jake wasn't dead. His body was, but he was inhabiting a fl


Serial heroesThis story starts out with two siblings, a brother and a sister, losing their parents. While that tragic accident shook them, the two siblings did quite fine, as the parents life insurance guaranteed both of them a comfortable life, and enough money to go to college, or follow whatever fate they chose. The boy, Travis Neward, had just turned 18 and was looking at colleges, and his sister, Nika, was 16, and quite independent for her age. Since Travis was quite adept at taking care of things, he kept the house and took care of his sister, while studying for his college exams.Serial heroes
That boy, Travis, was me. I was young, and like my siste


The god named CharlesEverything changed for me, after I got the implant.The god named Charles
I was 28, and reckless. I played the stock market, and recently made it big with some tech stock, and decided to cash in everything and retire early. I had everything I needed, a nice high rise condo, a great life, and enough fine wine to make anyone want to be my friend. Still, being the brilliant young college drop out millionaire I am, I got remarkably bored with it all, and decided to get involved in the transhumanist movement, which was huge at that point.
I had been monitoring the development of technology since a young age. I grew up in a techie family, and
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"sheep-tachi ha michi o akero
'cuz I'm never gonna stop, Streak my dream!" - M.O.V.E.
*girls-girls-girls ~Neolucky-FC ~icestrawberry ~Turnabout-Club
anyway, good to see you here
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"sheep-tachi ha michi o akero
'cuz I'm never gonna stop, Streak my dream!" - M.O.V.E.
*girls-girls-girls ~Neolucky-FC ~icestrawberry ~Turnabout-Club
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