I don't want a real job. /cw/

General Beilschmidt and Lieutenant Jones are on opposite sides of the Western Front and belong to opposite sides of a war which changed the world. But that all changed when the flag went up. A WWI Mild AU. No slash as so far, might change.

Fragments of the imagination are more or less just streams of thought in the mind, less existentialism and more theoretical physics. Some of the most brilliant thoughts are those blurted out in random blankness with no prior connection. They stay with you

It all started when she left her diary out by accident. “Dear Diary, I wish I had never agreed to become Zack’s slave. This was the most stupid thing I could have done. Ever. And now he wants me to enter the Nationals with him?”

They called him “Death Row”; never to his face. You could visibly see the grief-stricken tracks life had splayed out across his face, as if mountain crags of hurt had crashed down on him all at once. And, as a matter of fact, it had.

Codenames: Alpha, Beta and Gamma // Mission: Alpha to assassinate Beta, with the reluctant help of Gamma. Wait...what about Omega? Too bad in high school, not all is fair in love and war.

She was an artist of the brush; I was an artist of the pen. She told stories with images and colors; I tell stories with letters and words. She had something to show; I had something to tell. She accepted what she saw, I understood what I heard.

In a dystopian society, under the cover of darkness, two homeless junkies and a crazed drug dealer undergo one night under the influence of God, a psychedelic Superdrug.