yeah! Exactly. Well the words change anyway.

Actually I was thinking of kind of a cause and effect thing. You read one possible ending if you do whatever leads up to it.. instead you do something else so the ending changes. (not that you sit around writing the bugger)

Nifty plot twist would be to find the book and spend the rest of your life rewriting the final chapter :D

A tear formed in Jen's eye as she composed her thoughts to answer the prosecuting attorney's questions. "I have been employed as Manga's secretary for just over five years..er.. had been employed." Her breath caught in her throat and escaped as a tiny sob. "Manga was the kind of boss who always let his employees know how important they were to his work." "He was devoted to his family and his career.' she went on, "I will miss working for him." She raised her head and looked around the courtroom until her eyes fell upon #1, "He did not deserve to die the way he did!" 024

Peace on earth, along with communism and the electric car are all beautiful concepts that look much better on paper than in fact. Everyone forgets to factor in the one huge mitigating circumstance. Human GREED. Everyone wants more, bigger, better, faster, more powerful toys. Ever notice how the powers that be only throw a war when the new soldier age generation has kinda forgotten about the horrors of the last? The young adults of today have glamourized the Vietnam era into something it never was. I was only a child during the end of that skirmish, but still remember some of the horrifying things that they reported on the news even during America's Pollyanna period of peace love and togetherness. Now people scream about the atrocity of the September 11 attacks, I must admit that I sat stunned in front of the radio myself. (don't watch much television anymore) But really people, now the U.S. knows how the rest of the friggin world feels on a nearly weekly basis. It happens everywhere, but Big Brother America seems to think that we are untouchable, unreachable, unbreakable. Somehow we have forgotten that in a battle there are no winners, only those who achieve "victory through superior fire power". Oops.. went off on a rant there. Reenactments, are a learning tool for our children. Sure at the end of the battle everyone gets up dusts off and goes home, but they do see that there is loss on every side. Am I anti-war? No, I cannot say that I did not say nuke them f***ers along with everyone else.

He who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it.. I think maybe that is the point you are trying to make?

Dale's writing was professional, the scenario he depicted was manic. Pardon my early morning lack of brain cells. Can't have coffee so it has to wake up on it's own.

98bones has fleshed out the #1 so effectively that I have finally become invested in this story. Tallpindo's description of the facilities and research was just on the edge of manic enough to make me want to avoid this at all costs. Very nice work y'all!

Former President Jimmy Carter delivers these words at Matties funeral. "I have known kings and queens, presidents and prime ministers," Carter said. "But the most extraordinary person I have ever known in my life was Mattie Stepanek."

Dr. Collins shook his head with a wry grin just before he opened the door to the exam room. He would never have believed Magna had a heart, and now, it seemed, he needed a new one. "Magna, I am afraid I have some distressing news for you.',he said. "It seems that all your time spent eating fatty foods and enjoying the excesses of life have taken their toll on your heart. You will need to have a transplant as quickly as it can be arranged."

I have a framed poem written by this remarkable young man. May he find a whole body to go with that whole spirit in the afterlife.

I am interested, but only a small part please. In case I cannot write a word again.

Yeah, what he said!

At first I thought I was just in a slump, this would pass.. til one day I sat down with a brilliant(in my mind anyway) idea to write some prose about, and nothing would come. Not one word that didn't sound tired and trite. And not only did it happen one time, but numerous times. I figured ok, this will pass... Finally it seems to have for this little bit of poem anyway. Let us hope the pall over my brain is gone for good.

While I like the theme of your poetry, and believe it a story that needs to be told, the constant rhyme drags me down and makes me want it to be over. I am not a professional just a reader and sometimes writer. Maybe try to insert some lines between the rhymes.