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My name is Anna, age 21, a veteran Phoenix. I've spent three years in battle, three years narrowly avoiding death and fighting for what is right. Three years is considered a long time to most of my colleagues, most recruits die within the first six months, many of them in their first conflict. My father lasted four years, my brother just less than five. I coughed up a bit of a chuckle, I guess we're stubborn. I still remember my father's strong back, his rugged face and full mustache. He always had cigarettes with him, even if he went weeks without smoking. To this day the smell still calms me down and makes me feel at home. Guess that's how

I've been counting the hours, as if waiting for my own execution. Hours, days, weeks... biding my time, dreading my fate but awaiting sweet relief. I was never read my rights, I guess I put those behind me awhile ago. A priest never came to my chamber, I wouldn't ask for forgiveness, why should I? My friends? You think they would remember me now? My family offered me their sorrow, their feelings, their blessings but nothing stuck to the empty husk my mind once settled into. My consciousness has long faded, it was beaten, tortured and destroyed by the fear and anxiety of my life. Those people I call family had chained my mind long before my b

Greg was a very steady person. He found comfort in having a routine, a schedule and to break away from it caused him some distress. Although he didn't consider himself obsessive over his routine, he preferred to not change it. The unknown made his palms sweat, his breath shallow and tied his stomach in knots. The very idea of traveling, changing jobs or meeting people made him nauseous. Although Greg considered himself as stable as his schedule he had always suffered from anxiety and depression. When he was younger he would tell himself things he didn't like or didn't want to do were boring. Anything that wasn't fun to him wasn't even dignif

September 11th, 2537. Diary of Adam Walsh, Earth has become a battleground of unnatural disaster. Studying history makes me think we would have eventually killed off each other. Who would have guessed our own planet would be  the one to wipe us out? It may come as a shock to some but to me it isn't surprising. On this very planet that gave us life, in our own bodies we have white blood cells. The main purpose of these cells is to wipe out bacteria, infections, and parasites. Aren't we just parasites to the earth? We do nothing but take, infect, destroy and pollute this world. Turns out killing everything without bias works even better than pe

I don't have to run away to move on, Two months I've been gone. I don't feel remorse or depressed Because all of my feelings have been expressed. I don't have to care or be involved, All my problems have been resolved. I don't need you to forgive me, Can't you see? You don't need my love to love yourself And I don't need another reason to hate myself. You won't find the truth buried in lies And I won't listen to your cries. You started all of this And somehow convinced yourself it was bliss. You can't find light in a nightmare But I would have helped you get there. You never even gave me a chance And I think I knew at first glace That two m