Yet again

I think a lot about the world around us, my friends would probably get sick of hearing me rant on about atoms and special relativity even though they would never tell me, they would just nod and try and amuse my weird geeky brain. The truth of the matter is I rant on so much because it is what I love to talk about, 'The great Insolubles' as I like to call them, I have a couple to blow your mind and then I will try and piece your mind back together but a nice summary. Okay here goes:

1. The entire population of the earth is the size of a sugar cube...

Pretty crazy to think about but to the extent of my knowledge it is true, and it all has to do with the make up of an atom. Put quite simply, atoms make up EVERYTHING, if you half an orange and half it again and keep on halving you will get and atom. Atoms are made of a nucleus in the centre and electrons spinning round it, In between the nucleus and electrons there is just empty space but quite a lot of it, to put it into perspective if an atom is the size of a football field the nucleus is an apple in the middle and the rest of the field is empty space until you get the the electrons at the stands;). Now back to the sugar cube, if we were able to take out all that empty space so the nucleus and electrons were touching it would make atoms a great deal smaller, so small in fact that the entire human race would be about the size of a sugar cube. Make sense? If not I'm sorry you must be an air head...(Get it, atoms, empty space, in your head, ah I crack myself up).

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Actually I think ill keep it at one and save some more for next time, let me know what you think if you liked what wrote about leave me a comment if you fell asleep half way through from boredom and hit you head and left a bruise leave me a comment or if you didn't understand what the heck I was writing about because my explaining skills arn't the best leave me a comment.

Anyway hope to hear from you.

L. A. Fairburn

Imperfections

The brown soggy snow crunched into James’ tread. As he ran to the nearest shelter he could fell the freezing wind hit his face and curve around to enter his ears. The day was almost over when James sat down to rest. Around him the ground was stained with red blood. A red trespasser on the white blanket. He could not feel his hands as so for the last few days, the last happy image he remembered was of his wife curled up in his bed awaiting a normal day but the day was as far from normal for James.

 

Only when he saw the first man go down did he realise what a predicament he was in, not fighting for his country but for his life. Could the war be a means to an end, like the papers say or is this another of many that will be crippling families through out Britain. Taking time to check his gun’s magazine, his thought could not help but go back to his family.

“If only they knew, if only they knew what was going through.” He grunted. The words sounded harsh but he could only feel punished for what he did to them. With his back up against the frost bitten boulder his thought drifted. His eyes glazed over and he found a place of peace knowing that his family was safe, his thoughts were tediously interrupted by the melodious fighting that was taken place just in front of him.

 

James searched the area, scanning for hope in a bleak field that cast a shadow of death in every corner. James saw one single man detach from a group only to be shot down. One bullet to the thigh, the next into the shoulder and as he was going down the third bullet pieced his skull leaving a defined mark resembling downfall of Britain society since the war began. James began to get up; eyes swelling with emotion, heart reaching out to stop him but it was no good. Facing a wall of enemy soldiers that lined their targets on James, he shot repetitively until the magazine reached the last bullet. In the open, he felt exposed and bewildered; his emotions drove him into stupidities that would result in death.

 

The morning James had to leave, it was all organised and his family would not know that he was going to war; his wife said that if he went he could never return, this was the only way. His twin Jake took his place as father of his own house. The two were inseparable.

“Thankyou” was all that could be said by James as he walked out the door.

“I’m not doing it for you,” Was jakes reply “I’m doing it for my country.”

With that the door closed and James stepped out into the White blanket of snow.   

 

One, two, three bullets fired from the enemies guns, targeted on James, He felt the life drain from him but not disappear, he stood there on the snow as a uniformed statue. From nowhere a body dove at him smothering him in brown and white imperfections.  An unclean trespasser on the white blanket.