Streetlife in Fuente

During the year of 2001 when I was around 7 years old, my Grandma sadly passed away, so my Mother and I both moved to the Philippines for the winter. It was my 3rd visit, I remember those months being quite a blur, there was a mishmash of both happy and sad experiences that year. Spending Christmas, New Years and celebrating the Sinulog festival without my Grandma was very odd.

I spent my time staying both at my family’s home and in hotels. One of the hotels I stayed in was near the heart of Fuente Osmeña, which is situated uptown in Cebu City. I was heading back in a taxi from doing some late night shopping at Ayala Shopping Centre with my Mum. It was nightime and I was enjoying the solitary air and the delightful lights of signs and stalls scattered around the streets. The beautiful and prestrigious Fuente Osmeña fountain centerpiece exposed itself with illumated jets of water, creating a romantic setting under the mottled shade of narra and mahogany. All of a sudden a enormous swarm of people were coming from all directions, the streets were completely clogged with traffic, I was stuck.

There were groups of very young street children, long-haired and loinclothed, congregating their own circles, sitting on scraps of cardboard playing games. I remember looking over to the other side of the window and seeing a youthful girl, her bruised face was pressed slightly against the window with a handful of little white flowers, her other hand was open in a begging guesture, asking for money and food. I looked back over to my side of the window and a small assembly of street children were chanting tunes about love, hope and Christmas.


290 words = Fail. I tried to keep it as short as possible - sorry!

Steam Voyager - Introduction

I’ve always been afraid of the change I desire…Life could be different.

My name is Maple Greywind. I’m a prisoner of war and I know the truth.

There is a worldwide conspiracy being orchestrated by an extremely powerful and influential group of genetically-related individuals. These people are not the Government, but they rule all nations and control the money and commerce worldwide. They say that they are here to unite the world’s superpowers to secure and maintain global peace, safety and security, when the real intention of all of this is to ultimately bring together a One World Government and one-unit monetary system. This elite entity is called the Nagas.

I know I may sound crazy, but you have to trust me. The population will soon be limited by restrictions on the number of children per family, diseases, wars and famines.. There will be no middle class, only rulers and the servants. No national boundaries shall exist, and those who are obedient and subservient to their One World Government will be rewarded with the means to live; those who are rebellious will simply be starved to death or be delcared outlaws, making them a target for anyone who wishes to kill them.

The 13 bloodline families make up this vast interlocking triangular scheme of the Negas. Their principle is to completely effect and gain control over every human being on the planet and to dramatically reduce the world’s population by 8 million. They’re all beholding to the same secret orders, codes and financers, and they all possess the same thing – Greed and the compulsive drive to possess wealth, power and prestige that we don’t have.

15 years have gone by since my Father, Victor Greywind has fought the battles of Eien with the assistance of my Guardian, Zaurak. The battles of Eien was the eternal fight for freedom, the fight between the government’s military and the real people. There was so much hatred and destruction that they were all forced to flee their homes to the higher skies of our world, Ember. Who knows what the grounds of Ember now looks like below our feet, but I can no longer allow these satanic traitors to rob my health, my liberty, and my life. I’m afraid to find out what will happen if I tell the truth, but this needs to stop. My name is Maple Greywind, and this is my story.