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Mourning StarA man dressed in a dirty trench walked into a church and knelt before the cross. He had long dirty blond hair and sapphire eyes that seemed to glow with a hidden power. He quickly crossed himself and spoke in latin prayers to God asking for forgiveness. An aura of sadness permeated the air while he communed with his creator. He had been doing this for far too long. On that day, long since buried, the voices had stopped. His brothers and sisters cut ties to him after he had been cast out. He falsely thought they would keep in touch, but they proved too cowardly under the scrutiny of Michael. Once he had finished his daily ritual he stood and walked out in silence to the streets.
“Another day in Paradise. Another day among the children.”
He turned and walked down the street. People he passed gave him a wide berth as he travelled home to his tiny apartment. After thirty minutes he was eating day-old pizza from t
StressI took a step into a musty kitchen. Its walls blackened by fire but damp from leaky pipes. Floorboards creak under my footsteps as I cautiously approach warped sunlit windows. As I look through damaged glass, the world looks like a fun-house mirror; only the things inside, such as myself, and the damaged kitchen seem sane and solid.
The smell of ash still lingers. Under the floorboards, mold seeks my acknowledgement of smell as well. As I look down I notice a partially blackened kitchen knife, some of the metal still shines through. I stoop to pick it up and catch the reflection of my face, on the still unburned parts. Only pieces of my face can be seen as I turn the blade. My eyes, no nose, part of my lips, and my hair that spills like dark, black, ink across my shoulders.
Knife in hand, I stand back up. I turn to leave the kitchen. It’s nice to know that the rest of the house is not burned. I will fix this tomorrow I suppose.
Stress - 2014
The Figure In The ShadowsI can feel the heat burning down on my face as the light blinds my eyes as my paper thin eyelids open. I’m surrounded by the noise of busy traffic and the crashing waves on Stockton beach, located on the opposite side of the road. I’m lead on the sidewalk of Stockton Avenue in San Jose, California. I haven’t got a clue how I got here, it must have been a wild night out with the boys as I’ve never woken up on a sidewalk before. But I feel as light as a feather, no headache or back pain, which I thought I would have got spending my night on the sidewalk. There are no bottles lying near me, but I can smell the fumes coming from my own breath telling me that they got me on the Jack Daniel’s last night – that stuff kills me!
I make my way downtown endlessly trying to flag down a taxi, but one by one they just fly past me in a yellow flash, it’s like I’m invisible. Judging by the amount of traffic it must be a busy day and the weather is amazin
The New Waitress Casey got back from her practice at PSU. Her back ached and muscles were sore, but she loved wearing her green and black and screaming at the top of her lungs. Nothing was sexier than a cheerleader! Go Vikings!
She changed out of her uniform and hopped in the shower. Washing the grass stains off her knees, she winced at a scrape that she got when her lifter thought he’d be funny and squeeze instead of hold when she was practicing ‘the chair’. The Coach would have kicked him off, but she felt sorry for him after the royal ass kicking she gave him, and let him go with a warning and a trip to the nurse office to treat the broken nose.
She was drying her hair as she walked into her room and spied the uniform on the chair. The name tag glared at her menacingly. “Hi My name is Casey Jones! Ask me about our specials!” Below was a curvy signature that said ‘Dellah’s Diner’.
The Lone WatcherI watch and watch but I can never change. I watch people die and age but I can't ever change that. I watch as you decay, rot, and die a horrible death. I can cry and cry but I can never make a change. There are tragedies I foresee but I can never speak of. I can tell you of those dying now and breaking but you will never hear me speak. I am forced to watch events happen but I'm never able to tell, never able to look away.
I am cursed to see things that will and might not become true. I see fates unravel, destinies change, and empires cripple and crumble. I see this but never tell, never move from where I am. Thousands upon thousands of tragedies I cry over and can never confide in others or those around me. I am forced to sustain this burden and hold my tongue or else the world itself ends and me with it. I do not dream, I do not speak, I do not eat, and I do not breath.
All I can do is watch and watch and watch as you age and deteriorate, fade and die. So many I've seen go young and u
North of the polesNorth of the poles
Outside, the sky dancing, colours shone; collectively projecting themselves to whirl around the icy realms below. North of the poles, Alaska; an isolated expanse of extremes where winter raged fierce in its weathers and sunshine never knew; snow frozen solid as soon as it hit ground; in her underground den a pregnant mother polar bear hibernates safe -her babies content and snuggled inside her, but other animals, with scarcity of food sources, grow hungry and unforgiving; and push native strength to its limit.
Layers of caribou skin line the hard, cold ground inside the Inuit igloo. Eye lash flicker as REM takes hold. The faces of those long past pierce his inner vision; their spirits warn of a coming upheaval.
“We are here, Father” Whispers his dead son.
His wife, Son and Daughter in
I heard...I heard about a Beta once...I heard she was mental. I heard from my Alpha that she liked to mate with other Alphas and Betas.
I heard that she's afraid of me. Afraid of an Alpha because she thinks she is an Alpha. She's a Beta. She doesn't listen to others in her pack. She thinks her pup belongs to my Alpha.
Alpha told me I should meet her. I told him to tell me when she goes to see him so then I can. I can show her that I am an Alpha and that she does have a reason to back off. Everyone in my Alpha's pack believes this Beta's pup looks nothing like him.
I heard that everyone in the pack likes me better than the Beta...
I've won. I know I have. This Beta is no threat. Alpha doesn't love her. Alpha shows more dominance towards her than he does to me. She is a Beta and will never be an Alpha. I will get her to Submite. She will know her place.
goneI suppressed a scream. Tears running down my face, I was huddled in a gutter in a dirty alleyway. he was gone. and he was never coming back. Dead. Gone. sobs came faster now. his mom thought I might want to go to his funeral. she was wrong. I saw him die. No, he was murdered. That was bad enough. but now this. A wail of pure misery gurgled from my throat. His still body, mutated till unrecognizable, lay before me, his blood on my clothes. the police would catch whoever did him and put them to justice. A cold, hard hand closed on my shoulder.
"Come on! we have to go now. you saw what they did to him, they will do worse to you" I whipped around to see a tall, slight figure standing above me. I shrank back, staring at the stranger. he was pale and scarred,was wearing all black, and was holding a knife. "who are you?" My voice actually shook as I spoke.the stranger smiled. "whoever you want me to be. right now, I am going to save your life." This strange man picked me up like I weighe
Conscious ImageryI am floating in the aqueous blue, enjoying the dark, moon-lit sky, as I ponder on the mundane and the metaphysical. Waves crash across me, disturbing the rhythm. Frequencies oscillate till the waves go over me and through me. Tandemly, waveforms form on my mindspace. As I see the disturbances eddy and ebb on the on the moon’s reflection, I see a familiar pattern. Order and chaos, intertwined in an endless symphony, playing on the edge of existence, twisting out dimensions, looping in and out. Patterns come out of from the abstract; fractals emerge on a uniform timescape. Existences come and go in fractions of time, realities live out and die. Somewhere in this contraption lies the absolute, the reality that I seek.
I rage, I subside. I get excited, I get bored. I swim in the ocean of consciousness, facing the waves. The waves of desires, unfulfilled dreams scurry and overwhelm me. They rise and subside embarking me anew on streams of thoughts. Simultaneously assaulte
A New BeginningOne morning ,in the beginning of march, I was on a walk in the forest. Suddenly I heard the cry of a Pokémon! Shaaaay!yelled the Pokémon. I ran toward the sound. I found myself it a flower patch watching a Shaymin and her egg being attacked by a Starly!
Leave that Shaymin alone.I said Go Ace.(Ace is my piplup)
Ace use bubblebeam!
Piplupluplup! The starly got hit and flew away.
Thank you for saving me. said the Shaymin telepathically.
no problem .
Ace nods his head. pip.
Please take my egg and care for it. The Shaymin sounded sick.
Whats wrong Shaymin.I said, worried.
Im afraid my time here is almost over
I held the tiny green egg in my hands.
Good bye. she says. She lays her head down and closes her eyes. Ace tries to wake her up.
pipluppip!he shakes he f
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