We never should've done this. I knew it from the beginning that time is not to be messed with. Those birdbrains seemed to be less advanced than we are, but they definitely had the advantage of time. They could attack us 70.000.000 years before we could. And they did. God, and how they did.
Yeah, at first it seemed like a good idea. Travel back in time to the Cretaceous, build colonies, seeing plants and animals again. Even though they were not the animals our ancestors knew, but dinosaurs. But even that seemed cool. I loved dinosaurs as a child, which child doesn't love dinosaurs? The thought about a blue sky, green vegetation and non-synthe
A commentary on Morgensterns Ant-ology by ZaubererbruderASP, literature
Literature
A commentary on Morgensterns Ant-ology
According to the great author Christian Morgenstern, the modern elephant (Elefant in German) is just the youngest member in a long line of numbered "-ants". The first one in this line was the "Gig-ant" (from Greek Γίγαντες, gigantes, compare English "giant"), with "gig" being a number that's so high that it doesn't exist anymore. Over the eons, the descendants of this humongous beast grew smaller and smaller, giving rise to Oliphants and Hierophants, and eventually reaching numbers known to man. Even then they didn't stop producing smaller and smaller children, until we got the Zwölef-ant (Twelve-ant in English), and even this elusive beast had to give way to a smaller creature, and so our elephant was born, with it's name derived from the number eleven (elf in German). But the shrinking of the beasts is inevitable, and currently the smallest known one is the Ottifant (from Latin "octo" which means "eight"). These diminutive creatures are only a small shadow of even the Zwölef-ant's
Why is gay marriage still illegal in Israel? by BookDefender777, literature
Literature
Why is gay marriage still illegal in Israel?
Goes against god? do we have to ask opinion? we build and create things Always changing indecisions we go above and beyond to permit this we go do something else I don’t understand I think I understand I thought we really had this I thought we really had ourselves.
It wasn't always evil. by BookDefender777, literature
Literature
It wasn't always evil.
The stranger noises you hear at day and night can someone else hear it? I'm getting too close to another life still too often why don't you hate this strife? getting bored of caution make sure you do it twice you have no more I have another chance to make this right.
Dreaming of Places We Have Never Been by TheLunaLily, literature
Literature
Dreaming of Places We Have Never Been
In aquariums do fish dream of oceans? Do birds dream of far away skies in their cages? We dream of lands our ancestors traveled that our eyes have never seen - those explorers, homesteaders, immigrants and nomads - all voyagers and seekers, all mapping the story of humanity. There are answers that lie between shared experiences and memories passed down from generation to generation, in stories imprinted from birth that are eloquently written indelibly in our code that stay with us as we evolve. We are creatures made of stories. We are all animals with instincts to travel: to walk, to swim, to fly. Though we can be caught, kept and constricted, still, we are wild inside - rebellious voyagers and seekers, dreaming of places strange and familiar that we have never been. Whether we have gills or feathers or hair on our flesh, in the end, it doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t matter where we came from or who we are. We
She saw him over the rim of her cup of coffee, the world whirling around his calm, she at the agonizing apogee, and was captivated. Having caught just a glimpse of partial profile, perfect posture and the set of his shoulders, she couldn’t help but to fill in all the blanks of his life and erase the question marks as she lay them down. Handsome? Definitely. Well read, well obviously. A musician, maybe. The man’s dark wavy hair and broad brow were visible above the evening paper he was reading across the shop where he sat by himself, occupying and owning all the space around him with his long legs stretched languidly beneath the table in a manner which said I am at home, in my element, and disinclined to move for a while. She contemplated his hands as they held and dexterously turned the pages, envious of each fortunate one. Those are the hands of a musician, she decided. Yes, she could see it now: large hands with strong tendons branching out