Ratiola

Zen. Zen was laying on his couch and looking at the ceiling. The ceiling was a mosaic of oranges and reds and greens, it was hypnotising. He heard his name called and looked to where the voice had come from. It was Alt, he sat on the other couch and leaned back, spreading his arms on the back of the couch. - "I just came back from seeing Lin." Alt said, Zen smiled. - "Did you come here to brag?" He said, Alt rolled his eyes. - "Do I have to remind you that Lin was in love with you before she ever even noticed me?" He said annoyed. Zen grinned. - "But she ended up noticing.. Smart girls do." Zen said and looked back at the mosaic ceiling. - "L

Jia Jia woke up when the sun had yet to light the sky. She'd never had an easy sleep, but it embarrassed her to admit the reason for her early waking was nerves. Or rather that she dreaded it. Today was election day. She would be elected to a squad and trained to fight. And truth was, from the pick of squads she had, she didn't want any. She got up from the bed and the sensors lit a faint blue light in the ceiling. She put her sweatpants, sports training bra and trainers on and went out for a run, tying her long black and green hair up in a pony tail. She went down the twirling stairs and out the door into the dark lit outside. The moons ill

Zen. Have you ever seen a flower live through a battle? It's a rare thing. The earth is soaked in blood, the corpses lay one on top of the other hardly letting any space in between them. Every form of life extinguished. And yet in the midst of all that and against all odds, a small, beautiful flower stands, slightly moving with the breeze. A battle has been lived here, a battle that strong and trained men and women have fought and died, and yet a small untrained flower survived. Perhaps it's because of it's strength that these flowers seem the most beautiful of all. Zen smiled when he saw it, he ran to it and kneeled down, and for quite som