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Invictus Chef of our Curries (Parody)
By William Ernest Henley By Morgan Perez
Out of the night that covers me, Out of the cave that covers thee,
Black as the pit from pole to pole, Dark as the pit from wall to wall,
I thank whatever gods may be I thank whatever beast may be
For my unconquerable soul. For this brand-new volleyball.
   
In the fell clutch of circumstance In the spirit of survival
I have not winced nor cried aloud. I have not whined or groaned about.
Under the bludgeoning of chance But when it came to finding food
My head is bloody, but unbowed. I was getting sick of trout.
   
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Beyond this place of mine and theirs
Looms but the Horror of the shade, Looms but the Horror of what’s ours,
And yet the menace of the years And yet the challenges of the generations
Finds and shall find me unafraid. Finds and shall find us wasting hours.
   
It matters now how strait the gate, It matters not how long the journey,
How charged with punishments the How filled to the brim our
scroll, worries,
I am the master of my fate, We are the masters of our plates,
I am the captain of my soul. And the chef of our curries.

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Lunar Dependence

The time was almost upon them. They had waited twenty-three hours for this. The moon was almost aligned. Maybe this time they would learn their lesson.
It had been ten years since the global power outage. Now their only source of power came from a solar plant on the moon. An enormous tower would connect with the moon every day to temporarily restore Earth’s power.
When the power ran out the Earth became static. The winds died down, the clouds rolled in, and the Earth was left in darkness. The sun still warmed those upon the planet but could not penetrate through the cloud fortress to power anything. The human race had to rely on archaic technology and animals like their ancestors had once before. Watermills regained popular but their main purpose became food and textile production. Without gas powered farming equipment, food quickly became scarce.
The hour of which the moon provided for the Earth formed a calming ritual. It was a symbol for hope and a better future. They had learned their lesson the hard way. They would give anything to correct the past . Maybe someday.

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