Riko-JOKH

         Well, I find it prudent to first introduce myself. I am the manifestation and keeper of what is known as Time. I make sure it runs in proper order, and that everything follows as it should, and nothing is usurped. I will address many issues in this literation of my musings, and almost all points of view interconnect at one point or another. Be patient, all will be explained, quite fittingly, in time.        First, I will address the very thing that I govern. Time.        Many people regard time as a straight line. That is rather incorrect. Events repeat, parallel, and deja vu often. If time were simply a straight line, all creat

Chapter 1 For the Good      "I know you are probably wondering why you were recruited, why you were called here. You were called here because you are the best of the best in the Highland County Police Department. You all should have received a letter giving a summary of the current situation. The bottom line is, one of the experimental subjects that we have assumed to be dead has been spotted in the rural area bordering the Black Pass mountains. We need all of your cooperation to rid the area of this threat."      Kiki looked around, thoroughly bored. She was in uniform, the star on her ja

Chapter 1 The More the Merrier     "So, do you understand?"     "Huh?" A grey tabby cat asked blankly, spacing out, looking at the huge brown longhair tabby. He flattened his ears, and looked up at him with wide, innocent yellow eyes. "Ummmm.. no?" Suddenly he was on his side, barley stalks flattening under his bulk. He swiveled his ears back, looking indignant. He was on his feet in a moment, barely avoiding another cuff from the longhair's huge tawny paws.     "Damnit Kaito, when I tell you something I expect you to listen! The rabbit that leaps too quickly from his nest, is the first to be eaten." The huge longhair towered over him,

Chapter 2 Diplomacy Diplomacy is a funny thing. Done with good intentions, it can improve the situation, bring new alliances, and make new friends. [9/7/10 -Today I made the Forum for the Talented and Gifted, for future use as a reference site for us that are Talented, for other Talented to hopefully gather, and also as a possible place for me and my group to talk to a group of Talented that we believe to exist, due to evidence of them erecting a shield in Earthen's mind, intrusion in my mind, and intrusion in Obsidian's mind. I will NOT tolerate anyone intruding in my mind without permission. However, I worry that this may be a misunderst

     Looking back on this life, there is a lot I could have done better. Great spirits, there is a lot I could have done better in all of my lives that I've lived. Yet... I cannot pinpoint where exactly it all went horribly wrong. How did I become the worthless, wretched, forsaken creature that I was? Was it my parents? My sister? The cats I had grown up around? My own, innate flaws? Or perhaps the fact that I became the very monster that I feared the most? I do not have the answer. Maybe it was a dreadful concoction of them all.     "What are you going to name her?" A sandy colored tom asked a red and brown tabby queen, as she gazed down a

Do you see a song, A peal of your soul, Showing what you long, A single opaque sound, To know you belong? Do you see a tear, A cry of lonliness, Reflecting your fear, Only you and your shadow, No one else here. Do you see a hope, A guiding light, When you can't cope, Darkness is banished, Calming the scope. Or is the moon a mirror, A window to the heart, Making all clearer, To the answer to be found, Bringing you nearer... To the meaning of yourself.

         Estha's gradual sink to silence was unnoticed by all. He already was quiet, so when problems did arise, he simply never spoke. At the boy's school in Calcutta, he had occassional problems with the students. Most of the boys at the school were rich, beach colored boys. The angelic pets of the teachers. Estha was dirt colored. Some could see Satan in his eyes. He was Different.          Estha was eating lunch quietly - overcooked, rubbery meatloaf. Like Kochu Maria's skin - wrinkled and dark. This made Estha smile at the thought. Then he remembered more, and the smile faded. He looked down at his lunch tray, at the potatoes that were