Dear Journal,
I came home today, and I saw, HER. She was... Is the most beautiful female I have ever seen my entire life. We hit it off immediately. She mentioned hating the war, hating all the death, hating how we are always killing needlessly. She seemed scared after she revealed it to me, but I just smiled and told her that I agreed. She had been called a sympathizer once and was branded because of it. A scar of a heart on her wrist, it was not something common among our species to actually have love or an attraction to someone. Reproducing was a duty, not something that is done with passion or love. There was love instantly between us. I knew then what love was, how humans felt, and it made life feel a little more bearable immediately.
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The Near-End of a Species
Science FictionSoval, a member of a violent alien species keeps a journal of his life. This specific journal is about the years leading up to the birth of his son, Stephen. Soval was obsessed with Earth culture and studied them the best he could from his ship and...
