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Ever wonder where the term fiction came from?  Actually, here's a better question, ever wonder why it's used so much?  I mean, sure, a lot of the things you read, see, play in that genre are very in depth, and sometimes convoluted, when it comes to the characters, the worlds, even the scenarios that play out.  But yet, somehow, we still convince ourselves that there's no way that they can be true.   In that effect, I ask, can the human consciousness truly fathom the fact that we are not alone in the universe, or even at the top of the evolutionary chain here on earth? The human imagination is a very powerful force; there is no denying that.

"Evacuate, Evacuate.  Self-destruct sequence initiated.  This facility will destruct in five minutes."   "That doesn't sound good." Jeff said.   "Gee, you think?" Felicity answered back.   Jeff looked over at her.  "You had better change, you're going to need your speed to get you out of here."   "I'm so far ahead of you."  She answered with a slight lisp as fangs replaced her canines.  Very soon, a powerful white tiger hybrid took the place of a stunningly beautiful woman.   "Four minutes, thirty seconds." "What about you?" She asked looking at Jeff.   "I didn't really have too much time to learn from the only other person in the worl

Chapter 1 Layla screamed down the highway. Okay, I should explain.  No, Layla is not some tripped out banshee, running down the highway with her arms flailing, emitting deafening amounts of sound.  Layla is my car.  Correction…Layla is my 1967 Shelby GT350 Mustang Fastback.  Stark white, with deep black racing stripes.  But that's just the outside.  Inside, it's all GT500.  Eleven inch disk brakes in the front, ten inch drums in the rear.  Full racing suspension, my doing, along with the steering.  And of course, the heart, a 428 Cobra Jet engine, pumping out 525 small child scaring, earth shaking horsepower. She was my baby. So, Layla an

My gas gauge is on the empty, oh, but I feel the rhythm calling me tonight. Tonight, the cold crisp air is bringing me the sounds that I want to hear I've got not a dollar to my name I'm sick and tired of playing this game I just want to get into that fray or else I will make headlines in the next day Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I'm going to get through that door, Tonight, Tonight, Tonight and going to get on the dance floor The muscle man is frowning at me, oh, but I've got enough speed to handle him all night The beat is thumping, blood is pumping through my veins, powering my legs all night but I can see the lights Tonight,

Here i am again twisting in the wind. Two years running I feel so full inside yet I am so empty outside needing someone to live for it shouldn't matter all a lot of chatter but it still does I shouldn't really care all I breathe is my air but I still do For true love I'm searching but for now I have nothing not sure if that will change tonight most will be kissing some drunk enough to be missing i don't even have that chance I have everything a man could want i try to think that, but I jsut can't for some reason, I'm jsut not happy everything seems to stall jsut when I think we have it all frustration is a cruel mistres

"Big brother?" A small voice called out amidst the leveled community.  "Big brother?!" Her strained, scared voice echoed off the monolithic pieces of concrete now dotting the landscape. "Christy!"  A older male voice called from behind her.  She turned to see a man that slightly resembled her, blood slowly trickling down his face, running towards her. "Big brother!"  She called as she ran to meet him. "Oh, Christy!  Jesus, are you okay?"  He asked as he looked at her lacerations and bruises, kneeling down to her level, and finally giving her a loving, comforting bear hug. She no

A Passing chance on a rainy summer night. A smoke filled room, a dimly lit light. There you were leaving your soul for all to see. Instant inspiration started welling up in me Chorus: And now the whole world sees who you are And I've seen it, from a baby to a star. Now you are living your dream, And I am vicariously On the stage every night with you It's inspiring having friends like you Chorus Some call it an obsession But I know its not the truth I've seen what you do to people And it's happiness so true Chorus Now I want to be where you are Seeing it, I know it takes a lot of hard Work.  To join your ranks. But for this