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Life as a Spartan Ch. 28Life as a SPARTAN-III
New Alexandria, Eposz
August 23, 2552, 18:57 Hours
I sit in the open rear door of the Pelican. Burning skyscrapers and building lights fill the night sky. This feels like it was all my fault. What would Jorge feel if he saw his home like this? After staring out for a long time, I stand up and holsters a Designated Marksman Rifle. The Pelican slows down above a rooftop with two Falcons parked on top. I step out and meet Carter while the Pelican flies away. At this point I had realized why he had been calling me Lieutenant. But it didn't matter what I was called anymore. I walk over to Carter. He puts his arm on my shoulder.
"Your report will have to wait, Lieutenant. The Covenant are jamming all comms to Command. Kat needs your help running a counter-op." Carter begins.
We walk to the Falcons, with one already taking off.
"It's good to have you back." Carter said sadly.
I look back at him. "Sorry I came alone." I said regretfully.
"Make him pr
Life as a Spartan Ch. 27Life as a SPARTAN-III
I wake up from my blackout, alone on a snowy landscape, holding my left arm. I slowly regain mobility after my fall into Reach's atmosphere. I slowly walk back a Reentry Unit to acquire a pistol. I then turn and look up at the remains of the Long Night of Solace, crashed on a distant mountain range. I begin to walk away from the wreck with a noticeable limp.
New Alexandria, Eposz
August 23, 2552 15:34 Hours
Now in a more temperate landscape, I jog closer to a cliff. I stop at the top. The city of New Alexandria, with three Covenant corvettes over it, comes into view. Explosions fill the sky, and the sound of intense combat is heard in the distance.
I let Jorge's dog tags slip slightly from my hand and place them in a chest pouch. I skip to a building's rooftop. I, still holding the pistol, creep beside the edge, jump down, and stagger slightly on my injured leg. I walk past plasma scarring on the wall a
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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