Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueVignette One - FloatingHe floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.Vignette Two - FocusThe monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2Chapter 1 The staccato gunfire startled him, echoing along crumbling brick walls, fading into silence. "Freaking neurots." "...a small band of renegades escaped the quarantine area this morning and managed to make it into the Buffer Zone. They carried ancient projectile weapons, but were quickly apprehended before they could enter the city. No citizens of Shore were harmed..." A sideways flick of his forefinger muted the sound from the holo projection hanging just in front of him. There was a light pressure against the finger, as if pushing against a lever. Torbin continued to monitor a dozen news channels nearly simultaneously, periodically changing the volumes, or pausing some to concentrate on others. At times the movements of his hands and fingers were merely a blur. Accompanying each gesture was a tactile response that changed depending on the purpose of the action. A pulsing hum in
Zeeko's Journey - excerptZeeko was happy in his bubble. His was not a particularly large one, but he had more than enough room all to himself. It was all he needed. All that anyone needed, for that matter.He flared his right hand and pushed off towards the far side, skin between elongated fingers stretched to maximum, webbed feet kicking alternately. The soup of breathable/digestible liquid buoyed his light frame. It warmed him, bathed him, and kept him secure.A blue haze to the left caught his attention. He focused, and saw the purplish tinge of ultraviolet ringing the nova remnant, while silvery x-ray patterns gave the whole discus-shape a soft glow. Dust from the nearby cloud would occasionally seep through the bubbles membrane, tickling him. Often he would lower the EM shielding to let in an extra dose of the energy-reviving rays streaming from that ancient solar apocalypse.He thought-propelled his bubble closer to the sharing node, and eased it up against Anillas. The surfaces glommed toget
Soft Planet - Chapter 1Chapter 1 Xander felt a tug at his shirt, and looked down to see the younger boy's face peering up at him, eager with anticipation. With one hand Armondo clutched a red, rubbery ball. He bounced up to his toes and then, in slow motion, softly landed back on his heels. "Oh, alright," Xander said with a grin. "We'll play just one round. But that's it, ok?" The black haired boy nodded, and headed towards the indoor court nearby. His light frame glided between each step, as if moving through water. Just inside the doorway he stopped and turned around. Above him the gymnasium was filled with pink-tinged morning sunlight streaming through the transparent dome over the court. A glittering of dust rose on currents warmed by the sun's rays. Off to the side a sagging metal cage held dozens of solid-colored balls, similar to the one that Armondo had in his grasp. "So, will it be tournament rules or free-for-all?" Xander asked as he entered the r
Faux GeniusI am not a genius.I have an IQ around 150(self-tested).They were going to move me up two years in grade schoolbut decided not to because of my anxieties(and problems socializing).At 8 I was writing and drawing years ahead of my classmates,At 11 I was doing college-level math.I have no trophies(or certificates)to prove this.I studied physics(and astronomy),but my heart wasnt in it,so I switched to art,(my first love),ended up with a day job,(dull but reliable).I have an invisible handicapthats with me wherever I go,(like a wheelchair most people cant see).I feel strongest when alone,(which is most of the time).My diabetes, back problems,(and gut issues),mean Im in some pain everyday,(and Im tired a lot).I used to be in pieces,(conflicting with each other),but I feel whole again.My inspiration has returned,(after many years hibernating),and I grow daily.I am not a genius,(not a true one),but I hope some light shines through
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Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;Open and stare through the lights,Into the darkness of doom.And yet they smile,Yet they smile.A drop of tear;Seeps through the garden of death;Falls to the mortal soil.Dreams and desires will blend again,To render the roses alive.I am floating through a vision.Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.Can reality be so real?Let me drown again,Into the silence of familiar noise.As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.The flame of hope burns bright,Drenched in the colors of freedom.So let my dreams unravel my soul,As darkness fades away;And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.As these pair of eyes,Open to stare through the lights again.Is this reality?Can reality be so real?Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;Staring at the distant lights;Staring beyond the distant skies.What do they see?What do they long?What do they desire?Then the skies will break down;White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.Moments will tur