MemoriesShe smiles to herselfWatching images flash by.Seeing the people smileLaughing and having fun.Each picture told a storyStory set in the past.Showing how life was joyousWith every single image.A movie was madeWith all the scenes.Running through her headWere the actors and props.Held in her handsThe tiny box filled with gems.She replaced them at timesOnly with more stories.She cries to herselfWhether she is happy or sad.Missing the daysWith her and her friends.
Rock, Paper, Scissors"Rock, paper, scissors!" Paper and rock. "What's the point of this game Maria?" Shadow asked having lost the game. Maria smiled at him warmly. "Well it's... it's..." Her smile faded into a thoughtful expression. "It's just a game to play when you're bored I guess. And it can be used to decide who is doing what." Her smiled returned as she remembered the day two scientists were playing rock, paper, scissors in who was going to feed the biolizard. Shadow stared blankly at his hand. "I don't see the point in this really. You don't win anything," he said monotoned. Shadow walked up to the window in Maria's room and stared out into space. "Do you think the people on Earth play this game?" he then asked. Maria went up the window as well and stared out of it. "I think so Shadow." She pointed at the Earth which showed the continents of North and South America, and the ocean sur