The cold leather against my palms is no longer smooth. The ground no longer feels friendly and close. Snow peacefully floats through the sinister webs in the once clean and beautiful glass. I am powerless to hinder the infiltrating rust. Every time another precious piece falls off, a piece of my soul goes with it, finally finding... something. I remember when the last wheel fell off. It was like a load flew off my tired shoulders. I constantly stare out of the cracked windshield.
We always had George. Nobody really remembers the first time he showed up. He always appears in our memories. And we know he is ours.For example, yesterday was my birthday. I had a party with all my friends. We played videogames and ate pizza the entire time. But as I look back, I notice a see through fluffy figure smiling next to us. We never notice him in the moment, but upon reflection, he is always there. He is mostly nice. He been mean only once or twice. I remember my sister wandered away in the store. She ran back to us, and we didn’t know she had been missing ‘till we got home. She said, “A man tried to grab my arm, but then he tripped and slammed his face on the ground. Oh! George did that!” She laughed, then grew solemn again. “He looked kind of scary and mad, though.” The man patted her hand. She jerked it away. The man sighed and got up to leave, motioning for the woman to follow. She shook her head so he left.
As soon as he cleared the doorjamb, he was tackled by another man dressed in white. Others came to assist him. He was tied to a stretcher, and taken out of view. A minute later, another man in white came and helped the now silent woman up and out of the restaurant. You always catch us, don’t you. Yes, Mrs. Ashlie. We were only getting dinner. Yes, Mrs. Ashlie. You know, he is not that bad. The orderly’s predictable response was lost because the door closed behind them. They got into the ambulance-shaped vehicle. Silence reigned until the man spoke. “I am ready to get up now.” “Are you sure, Mr. Reilly?” The orderly sat on a bucket next to the stretcher, folding his arms. “My name is Carlton! Carlton Frey!” The man burst into tears, and the orderly scratched his beard. The vehicle rounded a corner and stopped. The man heard the front doors open, then close. “We are going to let you up, now, sir. Please be calm.” Spent, he allowed the orderlies to steer him into the building. Six years later, at an airport, he recognized her. “Hey! Hey, Ashlie! It’s me, Reilly!” its nine o clock on a saturday
I walk into kroger with a grin My friend buys peach soda and rootbeer to sell to his high school friends he says, “Bob can you find me a lady-friend, i aint had one in quite some time and i miss it so much and I wish it wernt so but I don't got no one to show At kroger i get a can of nectar and a pineapple soda to boot sometimes a chocolate kiss when I wish for a real one tonight Now theres a girl over there see her stare I wish i could gaze into her eyes but i cant cuz i wont cuz its not allowed cuz thats for the strength of youth She says, “Bob i wanna be your lady friend” and then I wake up and see well im sure that next time it’ll be real and then well see who id rather be Now carleighs a really pretty one who thinks shes intimidating And shes talking to Marlie, who is guarded by Dallin, and probably will be for life and im thinkin about breaking the youth rules as i look on ebay for a prize yes something i see catches my eye that is definitely for her At kroger i get a can of nectar and a pineapple soda to boot sometimes a choco-late kiss when I wish for a real one tonight I plan to get a real one on Saturday or a least a hug and a smile Cuz she knows that its me that gave her the stone attached to a thin silver chain And the two in the back don't hide their passion and the jealousy comes sweeping in not for her but for what they have love someone gives you for free At kroger i get a can of nectar and a pineapple soda to boot sometimes a chocolate kiss when I wish for a real one tonight I dedicate this donut shop to Pablo Da Shank Line. It is now open 24 hours. WEEEEEHOOOOOO!!! btw pablo is a dirty evil traitor. after slowly going to the dark side and ending all good within him, he is now the king of darkness and continues to spread his darkness everywhere. if you see him he, run for the hills as he may destroy your soul with his cursed metalcore breakdowns and screamed vocals. if you see him his voice may enter your head and begin to turn you to the dark thus making you into a slave of his. after corrupting your mind with his dark maagic you will begin to see the world as hee sees it, with blood raining from the skies and everyone walking around inside oput. oceans will turn to acid, and the sky will be set to flames. parkway drives killing with a smile will play on repeat and scene kids will rule the world should his army grown large enough. do not give in good soldioers, for at the moment there is hope. Imagine... Imagine riding a bicycle at night. And catching a moving burrito with your feet Based on the sound it is making. Imagine a color you cant even imagine. And multiply it by nine. Imagine allowing a cubic worm to infiltrate your foot and eat what it finds inside because it said it was a doctor. Then you will understand the hope we have left. this place is a town. clear. it is the birthplace of my people. its beauty has been spoiled by the modern influences of modern society. because, you see, this poor melding of modern with classic as not worked out well. this is not to say that a combination of such could not be awesome, for example think of like a dwarf with a mega laser shooting lightsaber/elven hammer. a mix of future and past has potential but sadly has failed here. back to the problem at hand. this town which has currently has its name stripped from it(it s now known as the townless name) needs rescuing. as previously stated, my kind were born here and thrived here for many a fortnight. For two and a half years, I sat on cold obsidian, in the light of a dead sun. I was motionless. My eyes were shut. “There is no reason to open your eyes. There isn’t anything going on anyway.” I believed the lies the dark one was saying nonchalantly, in my own voice. Imagine me there, alone, my head full of fallen swords, demons, and darkness. As I was lost in blurred confusion, a random shiny soap bubble floated past me. I sensed it rather than saw it. I reminded me of an incident long ago. A certain demon- the demon of Hate- had taken a strong liking to me. After a while, I decided I was not okay with this. Long ago, a wise sage taught me a technique that might work. I succeeded in banishing the demon from my mind domain using the wise sages instruction. The Divine Bubble (as I have taken to calling it) also asked me to open my eyes. As I obeyed, I was shocked to see that I was not in hell. I was in a sort of... The picture is up there. It’s a dude on a rock with lightning. That is about what it was. From my experience with the demon Hate, I knew that leaving was possible. But I had not the strength. I had to find the Wise Sage. The difficulty was not in finding him, but mustering the courage to ask him for help. He was my mentor, my master, my friend. “How could you reveal your weakness to him?” “He will hate you, if you tell him what you have done.” The bubble told me to not listen to the lies. I rose to the task, and climbed the mountain with the last of my strength. Why do you burst into my domain so dramatically, boy? The wise mage conveyed to me. “I am not strong enough to cast out the darkness I have consumed.” At this point I noticed tears pouring down my face. I can see that. “I need you to cast it out.” Will you return to it afterwards? “Not easily.” The wise mage proceeded to use his authority to banish it. I am free.
YAY an old friend of mine.
separated by time and space. seemingly lost in a land of darkness, of pain and suffering. for the land once considered the promised one, now seethes with the putrid stench of the black-hearted. of creatures so malevolent and deceitful, it seems they may have just destroyed the one thing that never failed my friend. his heart. a man so kind and caring, he rarely looked to himself for selfish desires. to me, to all of us really, he was a great man, a weapon of all things good and light and pure. when the darkness invaded my world, who was there to beat it out of me? him! he raised that sword and cut off the parasites eating my skin, burrowing into my mind. and this was not one time either. no no no, because once the darkness has affected you once, those shields will never be as strong on your world. they scar and they tear and leave cruel memories to torment you. but you can come back from it, make no mistake. but you will be changed. but see the thing is, those beasts will never stop attacking. the moment you show your susceptible to their magic, they amass an army, hellbent on turning you into one of them. that is ultimately the most confusing thing about those creatures. most all of their warriors...were once servants of the light. corrupted. by this disease. by the beings whose sole purpose is to decay. so far gone, all they want is the darkness. the light has left their souls. and when my friend was torn out of his home, from our kingdom, he was thrown into the lair of the evil. without a soul by his side. it was up to him to fight them off, swinging left, then right, and decapitating the monsters with his sword, he seemed near invincible for a time. but as i watched from afar, i realized he was not going to win. he could not battle them all, there were to many. and while light is inherently more powerful then dark, one man cannot hold back an army of damned souls forever. so i watched. knowing there was little i could do. lending him the power i could spare in small amounts from afar. but it wasnt enough. maybe i should have given more. i know i could have tried harder. he was my friend, my co-king, lords of our world ruling together, brothers not by blood, but just as strong. and i couldn't save him. eventually his shield broke. and as i prepared for my friend to lose his soul to the darkness, something happened. actually, poor choice of words. that makes it sound like he found a way to win, or that a miracle happened saving the day. that would be a lie. they took his arms. his blade of courage and purity. they took his crown. his robes, his everything. as he lie naked on the ground, terrified and defenseless and confused they cast a spell. a dark ritual which would cause him more pain then they could ever inflict physically. they turned his clothes, his armor, his sword, and his arms into their form. no longer symbols of justice and light, now they were purely hatred, rage, emptiness, and most of all sadness. they swarmed his body. returned him his things. and when he touched that crown of death, i realized he was truly gone. I do not remember the last time I traversed this canyon. All I remember is why I enjoyed it so greatly. Gigantic cliffs overlook a bottomless chasm. A fast and terrifying river speeds unyielding into the abyss. Tall drifts of snow threaten to fall and crush anything that touches them. In my haste to leave the house, I had managed to forget any sort of jacket or coat. I was an hour up the trail before I really regretted the lapse in common sense. Everything around me was sharper and clearer than I recalled. I was still three hours away from my destination, and it began to grow dark. I was yearning for the voice of another human, but I knew it was a vain hope. The waning light threw horrible dark shadows on everything. An inconceivable amount of cold seemed to penetrate my very soul. Terror began to overwhelm me as the wind blowing through the canyon emitted a tortured and miserable wail. Just before I was about to submit to the canyon’s call for my death, I heard a voice. It was hardly discernible from the noise of the wind, but I looked around wildly, searching for the source. At last I noticed the silhouette of a man In the path ahead! Ecstatic, I rushed towards him. It was a man, well worn with years. He was leaned forward against the wind, stepping resolutely towards where I came. I rushed to him. I do not remember any further. Next, I was climbing into my vehicle-- alone. “I don’t... see another... way.” “There is another way, yet you refuse to consider it.” “You know I... can’t do that. The consequences... would be catastrophic.” “Please, man. If you do this, you won’t remember-- How is she going to feel?” “I can’t... worry... about that.” “Oh yeah, you are above things like that these days.” “I am going... to do it whether... you help me or not.” “I can’t help you.” “Do you remember... after the accident...” “...?” “You had just... pulled me from the wreckage...” “I remember what I said.” “You said... ‘If you ever... do something like this again... you better bring me along...’” “‘So I can keep you from screwing it up.’” “This is the time... I need you.” “Even if I did help you, there is hardly any chance we will succeed.” “When has that.. ever stopped... us?” “Remember what Dad told us!? I have done all of it! I have started turning my life around!” “Father never cared... about us.” “So you say. But I am so close to being happy.” “So you say... but all I ask is... one more favor.” “Man. Oh man. I guess if you are going to do it, I might as well...” “...” “I’ll help you.” “Father.” “Where is he?” “He sacrificed himself to help me.” “NO! Did he do as I said!?” “He was close.” “You fool! I needed him!” “He believed in you. He actually believed you cared.” “What am I supposed to do now!?” “Suffer as we have.” Click. “The paper worth buyin’ today, Dean?” “Mighty interestin’, Bob. “‘Bout that guy... you know.” “I’ll take one.” |
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