Daria - Bringing the Cheer"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."-Abraham LincolnBringing the Cheerby Roland 'Jim' LoweryDaria Morgendorffer woke up feeling relaxed, refreshed, and ready to get the day started."That's weird," she mumbled to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.Grabbing a selection of school clothes - the usual outfit of brownish-orange t-shirt, black skirt, socks, boots, and dark green jacket - and a towel, Daria made a beeline for the bathroom. The door was only pulled to, but she knocked anyway, wary ever since the time she'd walked in on her sister blow-drying places she didn't want to see blow-dried.No one was inside, so she stepped past the threshold, closed and locked the door, then prepared to take a shower. As she went about her business, she had the growing suspicion that something was off, but it took her several minutes before she realized that it was the very fact that she was in the shower.
Daria - Bringing the Angst"If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years."-Bertrand RussellBringing the Angstby Roland 'Jim' Lowery"Everything I touch turns to angst," Daria Morgendorffer said quietly to herself as she walked down the halls of Lawndale High School. "Everything becomes ash. Everything."She saw Kevin, the brain dead quarterback of the school's football team. He was, as usual, leaning up against Daria's locker as he waited for whatever of his brain dead buddies to come along. Daria approached him, but instead of telling him to shove off like she normally would have, she merely brushed her hand across one of his shoulderpads and kept walking. He stared after her, not sure what to make of the unexpected contact.Just then, his girlfriend Brittany walked up, crying her mascara off. She
Daria - Is It Self-Esteem Yet"Self-esteem is the reputation we acquire with ourselves."-Nathaniel BrandenIs It Self-Esteem Yet?by Roland 'Jim' Lowery"Hmm hmm hmm-mmm . . . keep driving on through the night . . . hmm-mmm hmmmm hmm-hmmmm, hmm-mmm hmmmm good-byeeeee . . . "The girl stopped her off-tune humming and shook her head ruefully. "I'll tell you one thing, Jane," she mumbled to herself, "you're no singer."Having summarily dismissed her dismal singing career before it even began, Jane turned and schlepped into Mr. O'Neill's classroom, the bag of art supplies hanging from her shoulder ready for yet another half hour of ignoring everything the teacher had to say. Sketching and doodling in a classroom was a horrible way to spend her time after school, but she had to admit to herself that if she were at home right then, she wouldn't be doing anything much different.After taking her usual seat near the back, she glanced up to the front of the class and then did a double ta
Nack - A Time to Kill"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"-Ecclesiastes 3:1A Time to Killby Roland 'Jim' LoweryMelanie Alacius Quack loved her father's job. She loved it so much, in fact, that she had decided at an early age to go into the profession herself. Her father's death had only steeled her resolve to follow in his footsteps and, after six years of hard work, she had finally achieved her dream.She had become a doctor.Finding a place to start her career hadn't been very difficult. Even so many years after the Robotnik War had been won, professional workers of all types were in short supply. With one short interview, she had landed a position with the newly rebuilt New Mobotropolis Medical Center, a very prestigious and very difficult job.The work was almost non-stop. From the ongoing attempts to de-roboticize the more unfortunate victims of Robotnik's regime (Melanie refused to cal
Sonic - Last Rites"They never fail who die in a great cause."-Lord ByronLast Ritesby Roland 'Jim' LoweryMonday, August 153233 ADIt has been said many times before that when you are on the verge of dying, your life will flash before you eyes. The truth is that it doesn't so much flash as explode, scattering everything else in your mind the way a hand grenade slings shrapnel in every direction. The memories burn away everything that they have made of you, an ironic twist of fate that takes away all hope and all fear until there is nothing left but the past.No present. No future.I am Neil Wolfhound, former Lance Corporal of the former Acorn Royal Marine Corp, and these are the last images I see before this life ends and the next one begins . . .I kicked at a small pebble that sat next to the roof's edge. It was a stupid, impulsive thing for me to do, but I decided that under the circumstances I could allow myself one stupid, impulsiv
Sonic - The Storyteller"I shall give a propagandist reason for starting the war. Never mind whether it is plausible or not. The victor will not be asked afterward whether he told the truth or not. In starting and waging a war, it is not right that matters, but victory."-Adolph HitlerThe Storytellerby Roland 'Jim' LoweryMetalday, Snivest 12193 RDChassis glanced at the small, flickering chronometer and strained to discern what it said. After tapping the side of her head a few times and resolving her optical feed as high as it could go, she finally realized that it was a hopeless case. The chronometer implant set in her right opticam was never going to work again.At least it matches everything else in this busted down 'burg, she thought sourly. A sigh rattled from her voice box as she looked up at the ancient clock tower that stood a few blocks down the street. The giant timepiece it held hadn't worke