Voices When the voices speak, you have no option but to listen. They get demanding at times and there’s nothing you can do about it. Personal experiences has shown to me that they demand things. Things I don’t normally wouldn’t do or say. Yet they are there and those thoughts interfere with my normal day-to-day life. Trying to ignore them and they get louder. Trying to tell them to go away, and they get pissed off. I don’t know how to deal with them most of the time. It’s not an easy thing to handle or deal with. It would be nice to be able to sit down and talk with someone about all of this. But therapists just don’t understand I’m afraid. They get paid to listen, but the advice they give is just not that helpful to me. So I must endure this hell by myself. I try to explain it to other people, and they don’t quite grasp what’s going on either. They’re polite about it, but in the end they don’t know what it is I go through. I don’t expect them to know or understand what it is I go t...
John looked out the window of his office. He was on space station Epsilon orbiting Earth. The year was 2245, the twenty-third century. It had been a long handful of days for the commander. The stars shined brightly. He could see different constellations out his window. It reminded him of many things in life. Mostly the fact that life was fragile. Nothing was really set in stone. Life could end at any moment, John was highly aware of this. The door chimed, interrupting John’s thoughts. “Come in.” He said. John’s aide entered the room. “Commander.” She said. “I thought you should know, the results you were waiting for? They came in.” Handing John a piece of paper with the findings, she waited his response. John looked at the paper for a moment. He frowned at what he saw. Sitting down in his chair, John sighed. “You’re certain this is accurate Susan?” Susan nodded. Her blonde hair seemed to shimmer off of the lights in the office. Her blue eyes locking with his to confirm her stateme...