The sixteen wheeler roured along the old country road.

The road wasnt dirt, but it was old, few vehicles actually used it, but those that did had no idea that the big truck was not actually carrying turnips as the large ilistation on its side proudly proclaimed. Infact, It was carrying slaves. These slaves had just been sold at a secret auction in the small town of Jackson Hole Wyoming. Now, the pore people wher headed to their new ouners.

But the aces in the hole was not in the seller's favor.

The sound of motorcycles speeding towards the truck woke the slaves, and at first, theystarted to cry, as they remembered their new predicament, though they stopped when the slavers sayed. Theyr were three in the back with them, and one in the front with the driver.

But they all stopped when there was gun fire.

Outside, there wher four motorists rouring down the highway. The thing was that they wher all drest in the same peur black as their motorcycles, helmets and all, and that one had a sword on his back, another had a spear in his hand, another had nunchucs, and the last had a chain with a knife blade at one end, and a meatal counter weight on the other.

The one with the sword spead forward, doing a back wheel wheelie protecting him from the onslaught of bullets from the passenger seat of the sixteen wheeler, as he turned his vehicle to the driver's side. With the breather that this gave him, he drove up to the side of the truck, and climbed up the wall of the trailer, leting the motorcycle fall away.

Once on the trailer, he ran to the front, pulled a gun from his hip, and shot twice at the driver.

Then the truck stopped, turning to the left, completely blocking the two lane road.

As the other cyclists arrived at the truck, two black vans came from the other side, one by one, each carrying six men with assault rifles of all kinds, each man wearing a suite.

The three other cyclests climbed over the truck, and charged the new guys, while The one with the sword pulled a device from his pocket. It was a disk with a single red buton on the center. He pressed it and two arms flew out, and it cut a hole into the roof of the trailer.The big metal piece fell into the trailer, and fell right on top of one of the guards.

The man in black hoped in afterward and the other two guards took aim.

Slaves were lined up on eather side of the trailer.

Two guards where standing on either side of him, at oposit ends of the trailer.

Each one had a bullet proof vest and an assault rifle.

The first one to shoot was the nearest to the door. He shot, but the motorist dojed the bullets which hit the guy opposite. That guy fell.

Then the motorist threw a throwing knife that came from out of nowhere and got inbeaded into the man's gun.

Then the other guy pulled out a pistol from his hip and fired a single shot.

The motorist turned, with the grace of a cat, sliced the bullet in half, and as the pieces fell to the floor, they cut down the guards, and as the second man fell, the pieces of the bullet landed on the trailer floor.

Then, without a moment of hesitation, he kicked the trailer door open, met up with the other three who had taken down the guys outside, and they hopped on their remaining bikes, and disappeared into the night.

It's 2021 and the government is low on money after last year. It wasn't a surprise when they did what they did. That does not justify it. Wanna know what they did? They made us pay for calls on our phones. That's not the worst thing they could've done, I know, but what if there is an emergency. This will happen in the middle of your call, "Do you want to pay for more time?" That won't turn out well. Even if they fix that how will people feel about paying for part of something they own? It's draining people's money. It needs to stop.

Watching smooth magnetic sands

Gliding through soft pinky fingers.

Playing with lodestone blocks.

Strands of silvery sands all stood up,

like an army of well-formed soldiers barricaded themselves among

silvery black forests.

Some squats being blown away by the seashore wind here, or there...

Let’s pour more backup teams onto the formation..

more troops, more black dark shapeshifting forests....

Gazillion of mini entities,

Alive, talking, stout.

Just standing there,

proud to be examined, admired

by a little child.

proud to stand strong

marching forward,

under his command.

The nails got covered, caked with inkling marks,

both hands and face got all blackened, smudged with black silvery sands…

who cares…

Absolute surrender to the moment of Eternal Bliss. Serenity.

Such a proud child,

Digging, and digging,

sitting on his own pile of

prominent sand-castles,

that he has masterfully crafted behind,

lives after lives’ time.

Proudly and perfectly soiled,

with a smirk on his face.

A sweaty and gratified day.

No regret left behind.