He sat, staring at the computer screen, but nothing would come to mind. He ran his fingers over the keys and even tapped a finger on one or two of them. He never hit any of them hard enough to make something come up on the screen though. He was a blank and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get any ideas to come forth. How was he going to commit suicide if he couldn’t even write out his suicide note? He reached over and flipped off the monitor. Guess I will just go to bed instead, he thought.

He has been there so long that plant life has taken root in his flesh. No one knows how long he has been waiting or even what he is waiting for. He has always just been there, unmoving. Many believe shear will to wait is what has kept him alive for so long as stories of the man have been past down for generations. Some say he waits for his love, others believe he waits to witness the end of times, and still others believe he can no longer remember why he waits. If asked, “I must wait” is his answer.

He snatched up the knife up as he picked himself up off the ground and faced his tormentor.  They looked at each other as he tightened his grip on the handle.

In his mind, he stood at a fork in the road.  One road he knew meant turning the other cheek and walking away.  He knew it was the right thing, but also believed that things wouldn’t change for him.  The other, darker road pulled to him though.  The road he felt would change things forever.

He took the darker path and felt reborn as the life left the tormentor’s eyes

He was a gifted man who found fame and fortune which he was not looking. All she wanted was fortune when they met. While she only saw dollar signs, he was blinded by love and they were married. Eventually, the constant public attention ate at him and he grasped to feel anything besides emptiness. He reached out to her, but found that her heart was not there for him so he found his escape down the barrel of a gun. In public she cried her empty tears, but had found her fortune and happiness on the coattails of a dead man.

Perfect spheres of red liquid gently drifted in the gravity free environment as they poured from the slash across the soldier’s chest. Too shocked by the wound, the soldier just stared at the space pirate as the man placed the sword back in its scabbard.

“I guess I should introduce myself since you will never forget me. I am the Dread Pirate SqueekyFoot and I did ask you to step aside so you wouldn’t get hurt. You now have some limited options. You can stand between me and my goal again or step aside and wait for help. It’s your choice.”