I'm sorry about not writing lately. I've written some stuff, but it is terrible. Here, look ...
Are we done here?
Have we made this place what we wanted?
What we planned?
Was there a plan?
Is it God's plan?
Did we have a real chance?
Were we doomed from the start?
Are we the guy in the red shirt?
Are we the planet to leave alone?
Once upon a time, long long ago. In a place far far away ...
The smell of blood and death woke me. Then there was the sound of something made by men from my world crashing hard into the worthless ground we were fighting for. It was a powerful, painful sound. A quake ran through me not from the impact, from knowing how many of my people were dying as I watched - and could do nothing.