curseofpogo

Chapter 1 Mako Lowell looked up to the sky.  It was clear blue, small puffballs of clouds dotting through like paintbrush strokes.  Peaceful.  He glanced over his shoulder at the tall wall that surrounded the city he lived in, Liberty.  The capitol city.  Even with the sky perfect and blue, that wall was a constant reminder that everything was not well in his world.  Each of the cities was named with something the world sought to reclaim.  Liberty, freedom, independence, they were all things that the world had lost.  The walls had been up for at least a hundred years, that’s what the history books said.  They had been constructed after

BASIC INFORMATION Full name:  Aria Brayton Pronunciation: Ah-ree-a Bray-ton Nickname(s) or Alias: Aria, Ari, Opus 1 Gender: Female Species: enhanced human/Opus Age: 22-24  (I'm still deciding on how old I should make her) Birthday: November 15th (Scorpio) Sexuality: Straight, for the most part Nationality: American Religion: most religions would disagree with her profession. City or town of birth: Apple Grove, Minnesota, USA Currently lives: travels Languages spoken: English Native language: English Relationship Status: Due to the nature of her existence, Aria mainly has one night stands. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5ft 9 We

Everyone should learn to play piano. The keys teach hands to be gentle and pluck out intricate melodies.  Moonlight grasps your heart and waltzes towards midnight. Humans are pianos. They are silenced like burnt books when the damper falls and scream when their strings are struck.

Keiran snapped awake.  It was the dead of the night.  He knew he was in the medical ward, like most of the Opus members.  His body felt weak, as though it was simultaneously made of lead and cotton.  He felt his skin get hot, the reason he was in the medical ward was entirely embarrassing.  Fugue had attacked, four versus eleven.  He had been the first one ot be seriously injured. “Glad to see that you’re awake,” his AI, Cadenza murmured. He groaned as he sat up slowly, he saw that some emergency lights were flashing.  The building was in partial lockdown mode. “What’s going on?” he asked her. “Not sure.

It was one of those days that made people feel like crap.  Gloomy, with a biting wind, and to top it off, it was pouring.  Every once and awhile lightning lanced across the sky in purple patterns.  The rain was pounding against the windows while my younger sister and I walked through the hall way of our crowded high school. Anika was chanting her usual chant, “Me gusta matar…Te mato tú…Me gusta matar…Te mato tú.” She had been saying it since 7 am this morning. It had been difficult being Anika’s older brother since she had turned thirteen.  But not for the usual reason an older brother would give.  I

Snipe, snipe, snipe the brats confetti-filled skulls of joy grunt birthday party.

An attractive young woman, maybe sixteen years old, strode with pure confidence down the hallway. Her eyes were a deep shade of azure with some emerald accents. Her auburn hair framed her face nicely, her shaggy bangs quite often hiding her remarkable eyes. There was an odd air about her, not of arrogance or ignorance, but one of mysticism. It wasn't too surprising, that with the air that hung around her, that she was considered a loner. "Look at her walk. Gabriella thinks she owns this place." A conceited girl spat in an acidic tone. "Who are you to talk?" a boy piped up, looking shocked at his daring. The conceited girl ruffled up like a