medreaming
The nameless machine beeped again. "Persona. generated." it told Matthias.
"Sweet!" he cried. He took out the piece of paper the machine had spat out.
On it was a picture and a list of character attributes. Matthias took the time to read each of these and then smiled. He had the character for his next novel.
Ella moved the white pawn forward one square. "Check," she said with a smile.
"What? How'd that happen?" her father protested. "That's impossible!" He shifted his black king over to block Ella's attack.
Silently, Ella moved another pawn. Her father, realizing what had happened, threw his hands up.
"Checkmate."
Snowflakes gracefully swooped from the sky, twisting amongst each other as if part of an elaborate waltz. "Why can't humans dance like that?" you asked wistfully.
I smiled. "Maybe because some things are better left to nature, and humans would mess them up."
The waltz rhythm was stuck in Amy's head. One-two-three, one-two-three. It took a lot out of her not to start doing the basic step they'd learned in school today down the city street. Oh well. It was such a romantic dance.
One-two-three, one-two-three.
Jacob struggled not to step on his partner's feet. It was hard, though. They kept moving around!
She smiled at him. "Relax," she muttered through clenched teeth.
Why would a dog want to revolt?
For Jenna, it was the disgusting food her owner Kira always put in her bowl. It tasted like cardboard. So one day, Jenna bit Kira.
"What's wrong, Jenna?" Kira asked, unaware anything was wrong. . . like all owners who are revolted against.
The problem with massive-scale revolutions was that they were too hard to organize, he thought. Where could he get enough people to make a difference? How could he get them all to comply?
He sighed and shook his head. Better to leave visions of grandeur for when he actually got some sway in the community.
"Why is the word 'revolting' have revolt in it?" I asked, wrinkling my nose at the current cafeteria special.
Luann shrugged. "Probably since it revolts in our stomachs."
I don't think either of us really knew the other until you showed up at my desk in English, demanding that I help you overthrow the teacher.
I didn't think you were mad. I thought you were wonderful.
The red fireworks lit up the dark skies like blazing flame. Rebelling against the darkness of night, changing it for us.