fractured romeo and warped juliette

I always likened us to Romeo and Juliet.
But I was wrong instead of dying for love we died cause of hate.
Isn't it weird?
The very thing we tried to protect ourselves from.
was not on the outside as we had thought but was on the inside.
We killed eachother.
We had a traitor in our midst.
And that traitor was the person we see every time we look in the mirror. that's right us.
What started as the purest love.
Became the most tainted hate.
yeah I always likened us to Romeo and Juliet.
But our main difference was that they loved and we hated

futuristic rut

10-31-2300 or whatever they say it is now

Janice Avery was an average woman who lived an average life in an extraordinary time. At barely 80 her life was already in a rut. Every day she got up made her kids breakfast and wondered why her husband even bothered to lie about his late nights and bloodshot mornings. Then she would give everybody a hug and a kiss making sure they all had everything they needed and that everyone made it to their respectable destinations on time. First to be dropped off at school was Kyle, at eight years old Kyle was the youngest of her three children and had to be dropped off at elementary school. Next came amber, the bubbly cheerful child had turned into a sulky ill-mannered adolescent as the years went by. She would be dropped off at the middle school with the forged signature on her report card she thought her mom didn’t know about. Lastly was Jake, he was to be dropped off a block away from his school. No waves, no hugs and definitely no goodbye kiss. With barely a curt nod of acknowledgement as he clambered out the car Jake walked away and Janice drove to work.

Janice loved and hated her work. As a factory worker she had mixed feelings about her job. On a good day she thought of all the lives she touched, these products that she helped put together they would be shipped all around the world and as she fitted the product into its proper form she imagined where it would go. Maybe this one would go to England, she would muse to herself. However more and more often as she fitted the product into its proper form she found her thoughts turning dark and like usual she dwelled on her life. She imagined that if someone were to write a list describing her then they would use words like replaceable, ordinary, unnoticeable, plain, and unimportant and nobody. Usually by the time she got to nobody she would snap out of it but today she indulged herself with the somewhat morbid and comforting thought. Roughly 160 more years to go I'm already one third there I just need to last a hundred and sixty more years and I will have fulfilled my life expectancy. Why can it not come sooner?

a galaxy of longing (short drabble)

Serena ran down the street anxiously hoping that the doctor was home. Banging frantically on the door she waited for it to open. The doctor let her in and listened patiently as she tried to explain what was wrong with her. Watching as she stumbled upon the words coming out of her mouth he could only shake his head sadly and inform her that she felt what everyone else felt. As serena nodded her understanding and left. The doctor pondered the folly of the scientist who made it so no one felt anything . but after being implemented his plan backfired before they could stop it the test subject spread it to everyone. Now humans can only feel the longing for that which they know not of. And as the doctor ponders his folly he thinks of an apt name for this world he caused. He calls it a galaxy of longing.