Opinion

First day at school. Quiet as a lamb. The process starts. Ram, jam. Homework riddles. Where's mam? Exam worries. Cram, cram. Knowledge is power. Sham...

It was only about twenty minutes between the last Alien message I had sent to the group, and the next: What kind of asshole majors in xenomorphology...

Pontius, the Cheif Executive of MIOST breakfasts alone in his suburban home, watching news reports of new demonstrations against the new (unnecessary?) massive tunnel project to the islands. He cannot understand the demonstrators, or their purpose. They present 'common sense' arguments against the projects, which seem so alien to someone so driven by the concepts of economic expansion and growth. This is set in the Modern Age of the Martan Empire and Gallanol.

A Walk In The Park During The Christmas Season Of Goodwill Could have been my last! Walking the Dogs in the local Park, with my wife’s son, who lives...