LonelyEarth94

It was dark for 2PM in the afternoon. Way too dark and cloudy for a supposedly nice Tuesday out. If I can recall, the weather omnic from the local news said that there would be a storm coming around Friday. I guess even today, with some much advancements in, weather reports can still get it wrong. Tugging at my overcoat’s collar more, careful not to ruin the thing I held onto, I continued my walk to where I needed to be. It was nice for the former higher ups to keep hush about where all the things were laid to rest. It was also nice that a lot of supporters still allowed the place to be kept nice and well. It was the same for those who

There's always something new on my newsfeed as I skim through the never ending wall of my Facebook. It's not a bad thing per se, but it does drop your heart when all the news seems to be drowned on and on about protests happening regarding an issue, with some people only seeing or only wanting to see the supposed dichotomy of the situation. Other news stories tells legalities against moralities and moralities against legalities. Oh, and at least one cringe worthy half a minute to three minute video of either some stupid advertisement or some wannabe rising star using social media to boost them to some sort of stardom. Basically, it's the usu

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Malaysia couldn’t help but groan as she looked out from the car window. She does not accept this one bit! She downright refuses to believe this is the compromise for all of them when she herself has done nothing wrong! ‘I mean, seriously!? I am one of the more productive members! Why am I included to be subjected to--’ “Oh c’mon Laysia! Schooling for Nations in the World Academy W will be fun!” Philippines jabbed at her from where they are situated at the back seat of the car. Seated at the back of where they are seated were East Timor and Indone

“You look beautiful.” A voice rang out from her head as it shook her awake when she realized she let her mind wander off from the meeting. She wasn’t so sure where she heard that voice before or when for that matter, all she knew was that it sounded familiar like from someone from her past calling her from a memory. Or rather it could be something that no longer applies to her present. Philippines could never shake the uneasiness when she allowed that voice to ring from her past memories, or rather fragments of what she can only hopefully assume were her past memories. ‘I hate when I can’t remember ‘those

The quiet hum of the late night’s breeze sweeps over the coastal city of New Subic. What was once a Philippine base occupied by America was reused once again during the first Omnic crisis until it was rebuilt anew. The municipality showcases it recovery by lively streets designated as night markets, coastal walkways for those who wish to see, hear and smell the oceanic view, landmarks guide tourists alike along to new destinations; one such landmark is a simple white lighthouse, that despite the more advanced technology of the ships, still appeased the sailors and fishermen with its guiding light. Such a perfect spot was a place to temp