Invader-Tom

Victor coughed and growled as he weaved in and out of the concrete giants of Chicago city. His boots pounded across the ground; faster and faster as his assailant grew nearer. The spiteful rain hammered all around like never-ending bullets, and the eerie moonlight fought its way through the choking fog. Running deeper into the hopeless labyrinth, Victor sacrificed one precious moment to look over his shoulder, and his eyes widened with fear at the mysterious silhouette. The hooded stranger swept along the alley, his long, fluid coat trailing behind him. The man's ghost-like movement mystified Victor, but without more hesitation he started to

The deal was perfect, Sound and secure. Checked countless times, No loopholes -- to be sure. I scanned the large room, All expressions, reserved. Most faces showed confidence, Below the surface – unnerved. The man opposite me, Wrapped in dark cloak. Breathed in and looked around, Thoughts gathered, before he spoke… Then briefly our gazes met – I was filled with wonder, then surprise! A window into his soul, I’d found, It was something in his eyes! For that moment I knew. I could see thorough all the lies… Aye, that was it. It was something in his eyes… The twinkle had given away his plan

Imagine a world, without violence or doom, With fresh air to breath, where all have room. Fewer cities, towns, buildings and people, Where one can roam freely – all beings equal. Picture a place with no laws to fight; Because ‘wrong’ isn’t known, and everything’s ‘right’. Murder and stealing? Means nothing there; Why would one kill – and why not just share? Dream up a land – possession isn’t known! Everything belongs to everyone – no one can own. There is food to go around – not less, not more, No being goes unloved, hated, not cared for. Is this world made up