Remember Me \Chapter Three/Remember Me \Chapter Three/ by cxdlover
Gerard walked into Frank's hospital room and looked around. There was a nurse sitting next to Frank on the floor holding Frank's phone, showing him what Gerard assumed were pictures or interviews of the band and such. She turned her head to see Gerard, and he smiled slightly, waving a little.
“Oh, hello, Gerard!” she said, smiling. “I was just showing Frank some pictures and such. I'm sure you have much more to show than I do, so I'll leave you two alone.” she smiled again, and Gerard guessed it was probably a fake smile. The nurse stood up, handed Frank his phone, and walked over to the door and exited, leaving the two alone.
“Hey,” Frank said, not turning to look at Gerard. He was wearing normal clothes, but nothing special, just a tee-shirt and sweats. Gerard noticed that he didn't have a bandage around his head anymore, which made him feel a little better.
“Hi,” Gerard replied, walking over to Frank and sitting down next to him.
Remember Me \Chapter Two/Remember Me \Chapter Two/ by cxdlover
Gerard slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room he was in. He could tell it was a hospital room, but it didn't have any machines or anything in it, just the bed he was lying on and a small couch in the corner of the room.
“Ah, hello, Gerard.” a nurse with blond curly hair walked in, holding a glass of water that she set on a bedside table next to Gerard. She pulled a chair that was leaning against the wall a bit closer to the bed and sat down. “How are you feeling?”
“Um, fine,” Gerard said, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head a little. “My head hurts a little though.”
“That's good to hear.” the nurse said, smiling. “We were pretty sure you were going to be okay, but we brought you here just I case.”
Gerard nodded a little, realizing the pain in his head was a lot different than what it had been like earlier on stage, and the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach had gone away. Wait... The concert!<
TWDG : Captured from Within -Ch.2“Lee…” Mark drug the word while he frantically was trapped between running after the other man and trying to stay quiet. But the dark-skinned man didn’t pay him any heed, his legs snapping back and forth with such force it was a wonder he hadn’t tripped yet. The axe he got from behind the glass was making his hands pale, his fingers creaked as Lee’s gaze was locked forward.TWDG : Captured from Within -Ch.2 by Kroxn
It wasn’t until he heard moaning that Lee paused enough for Mark to catch up with him, “Lee…what is--?” He stopped once the back of Lee’s hand raised in front of his face, followed by a sharp and nearly silent whistle. Mark set his eyebrows forward indignantly before watching the black-man sneak skillfully through the bushes beside him.
Finally, some fucking action. Lee gritted his teeth but said nothing, raising his axe above his shoulder as he saw the walker feeding in front of his hiding place. He brought it down with such force that once he
Vampire!DescolexVampire!Reader - SentimentFull Title: Vampire!DescolexVampire!Reader - Falling, Sentiment and AdventuresVampire!DescolexVampire!Reader - Sentiment by SarianaJ
This takes place during the Professor Layton movie 'The Eternal Diva', quite near the end. There are also a few references that can be interpreted as spoilers for the 5th and 6th games in the series, but you're likely to just pass them without noticing.
You stood in what remained of his grand, puzzle filled castle and watched the robot walk through the forest, destroying everything. You watched the attempts of the other 'survivors' running after the giant creature, raising your eyebrows as you watched the small barrel-copter explode.
Then you started running, attempting to stay upright as rubble continued to fall around you and joined the multitude already on the floor. In your haste you got your foot stuck in a crack in the floor, sending you down, only just managing to put your hands out before your face impacted the crumbling floor.
You quickly pulled your foot f
Daughter Time: Chapter 2 I didn't think Adam would get so worked up about his Mother. She had every right to know about what he was doing, he's her son and that's her job. Though I do understand where he's coming from; my Father checks in on me more often then I would like.Daughter Time: Chapter 2 by zoeyaugust1245
Rain falls around us, water pooling in puddles throughout the meadow, making my hair stick against my skin. The sun has completely disappeared from sight and the air is frigid. Your classic setting for any scene where the main character is talking about their feelings.
"It's alright," I say, attempting to comfort him. He lifts his head from where he had been resting it in his palms, his eyes puffy and red, tears streaming down his face. This is one of those rare occasions where he's actually serious. I'm failing at my attempt. "They've been at this job for millennia, you can't blame them for worrying. They just want to make sure we know what we're doing."
He wipes the tears away with t
Daughter Time: Chapter 1 I don't get paid enough. Though when you're doing a divine job you don't really get paid, do you? I should be getting paid. I am owed for what I have to put up with. I miss when my job was simple.Daughter Time: Chapter 1 by zoeyaugust1245
You see that guy over there? Not that one, the one with the scruffy brown hair and bright green eyes. That's Adam--it means of the Earth, seems pretty fitting to me--he's Mother Nature's son. He's also the bane of my existence, my rival, my arch-nemesis.
Unfortunately, he's also my divine co-worker. Apparently the supernatural aren't allowed to apply for different departments. I would've killed as a grim reaper. Alas, you get what you get.
Which brings me to myself. My name is Robin, which isn't really of any significance, I like to go by Daughter Time. Straight to the point, after all, that's exactly who I am. I make sure that everything stays exactly according to schedule; death, birth, plague, extinct
Kingsfall Ch1-2EthanKingsfall Ch1-2 by savoyfluffle
Soon the morning came, and Vael started to break up camp. He disassembled the lean-to's he and Carst slept in, which elicited a series of groans from the sleeping prince. He packed up the remainder of the boar meat, which had been strung up in a tree branch to keep animals from getting into it. Then he put out the fire and removed all traces of it to prevent a trail from being followed.
After disassembling her traps, Ki watched the skilled soldier for a while before searching the area for herbs.
When Ki came back, Vael looked to her and said, "The village should be close. I suspect we can be there within the next few hours if we pace ourselves right. When we get there, we shall spend a few nights in town, stocking up on supplies, buying horses, and looking into news about Dürne and how it fares. From there, we will head south to Erad, the kingdom in the sands. It will be a long journey, but the queen there was a close ally to our former king, and she will certain
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love New JerseyHow I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love New Jersey by xorlox
It had been one year since the bombs hit, one year since we changed into monsters, one year since we started eating people. So many changes since we’d retreated into the sewers of Manhattan and made it our homes. Things were changing again.
“Hey Pee Stain, lets go!” I yelled. We were finally leaving the sewers. New York was sinking underwater and the subways were becoming dangerous even for us. The rats were already gone, it was time for us to join them.
“I’m gonna miss this place, I don’t know where we’re going to go now, we’re too big to even go through a regular door!” Shelly said, her face drooping with sadness. She was right Pee Stain was a bigger than any of us and he’d barely fit through a warehouse door.
“Hold yer cats, I’m comin’.” Pee Stain grumbled his voice booming in the sewers, he was carrying a body over each of his massive shoulders without the slightest difficulty. In fact, he moved mos
Fragile ThingsDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Fragile Things by RogueMudblood
“You'll really enjoy this piece, I'm sure.” He kept his smile firmly in place as he escorted her to the front counter. Gregory gingerly handled the tiny glass cat, careful not to touch the head or tail. “But you have to be careful with it.”
The woman gave him a saccharine smile. He could give her all the instruction in the world and it wouldn't matter. “It's for my niece, Tanya.” He shook his head gently to himself. She either didn't notice or attributed it to his age. He certainly wasn't going to disabuse her of the notion.
“Make sure she knows not to touch the head or the tail if the figurine is in direct sunlight.” For the blank, tight smile she graced him with, Gregory could have been speaking in ancient Babylonian. He sighed softly as he laid the glass cat o
A Story TrainDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.A Story Train by RogueMudblood
“Mommy, I wanna ride the train!”
Celeste sighed. Janice had been tugging on her arm, the hem of her shirt, her belt loop, her purse... Anything she could think of to try to get her way. All she'd succeeded in doing was irritating Celeste. The brunette was sure she had a few new gray wisps of hair sprouting from her scalp.
It didn't help that Janice was pestering her about something they were already waiting to do. She sighed, reaching down and picking the precocious four-year-old up. “Honey, we're in line for the train.” Shifting her weight, she placed Janice on her left hip, extending her right arm out toward the tracks. “They only have one engine running today.” The train whistle sounded, causing Janice to squirm and clap. It took several moments for everyon
ShamelessDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Shameless by RogueMudblood
Sweets were one of his favorite things. Not wanting to waste the rare occasions on which he allowed himself a sugary treat, Isaac made sure to savor them, letting them rest on his tongue for several moments before swallowing.
He hadn't always been so careful. When he was a child, Isaac had eaten ice cream and cake like any other kid when at parties – quickly, and without tasting it much. At the time, it hadn't seemed like a big deal. They ran around and played, and when they did get to eat the ice cream, they usually gobbled it up to keep it from melting. Then they'd run around and play some more, and he could never remember by the next day what anything had tasted like if he could even recall what exactly it was he'd eaten.
“My. Don't you look like you're enjoying that.”
Despite being snap
The Roots of ReasonOh primal springs thou did precede,The Roots of Reason by FiveSpokedWheel
The proto nous which thus has freed,
Us from the womb, our mother’s structure,
Which nature wrought for needs of nurture.
Mind thee now, for what came first?
To love and hate, or wanton lust?
And what, pray tell, brought to heel -
Desire for cherries men could steal?
Away old Ire! How didst thou bloom?
For nature’s folly is man’s own doom!
As vengeance hath punished its sire,
For seeds sown that grew to conspire.
Base wrath entwined with reasons thorns
Doth prick man’s wild untempered scorns.
As ev’ry existential gain,
Begets wilful acts of pain.
Now empathy, thou contests passions,
Tis a pity thou art of little rations.
For few genial hearts rest easy,
Within this crib of reason.
What dreameth thee, oh man? Pray speak!
Who asketh thee to turn thy cheek?
What breeder bred thy soul in twane?
“Domesticated!” howls the beast’s refrain.
Unfold thy truths of instinct flown,
Or captive held beneath thy bones,
When love turns out to be a falacyWe floated so peacefully above the ruins.When love turns out to be a falacy by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
The ruins in which we are now buried.
We were flying upon ignorance and love,
becoming heavier with every breath we took.
When we fell, we came down hard-
The air was thin and our visions were grey.
The temperature was cool and our steps were heavy.
They still can be found as part of the decay.
It’s sad and so confronting how our fall,
is engraved in the land we used to look down on.
It’s painful how hard we had to hit the earth,
to realize we were a lost cause floating on deception.
Now we both linger above the grave of many.
Our prints are now a part of the said and done.
All we can regret is using hope, something so deadly,
and expect to get away with just a bottomless run.
Golden drips of salvationPowerful you are;Golden drips of salvation by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
Cutting with a razor
The light into my life.
Silence, when beads of gold
drip onto my floor.
and I turn my head up,
but flinch when I see the reflection of life’s truth-
Which conflicts so heavy with my own.
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2Season 1 - Episode 2 - Script ½'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2 by Reach4Succes1995
(In this scene, Annabel is looking around the classroom whilst sitting down. She’s noticed that everyone had literally stopped moving and stood completely still like statues.)
Annabel: Hello? Aren’t we suppose to wrap up the lesson and…
(The camera spots to three classmates as an example and the teacher, all frozen in place.)
Annabel: (Worried tone of voice) Go… home?
(She gets up from the chair and examines one student by waving her hand in front of his face. He doesn’t blink, so she shakes his shoulders.)
Annabel: (Urgently) Come on… Answer me!
(She shakes him so hard that he falls of the chair. Annabel reaches out and tries to prevent the teen boy from falling, but it was too late. He lands on the floor with the same facial expression.)
Annabel: (Gasps and bends her knees) Oh! I am so sorry! (The teen boy still does
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1)Season 1 - Episode 1 - Script 2/2'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1) by Reach4Succes1995
(The beginning of part two starts with pure darkness and a faint voice telling Marsha to wake Annabel up before the car door opens and shuts. We then see Annabel sleeping peacefully in the car. Marsha begins to gently shake her with her hand.)
Marsha: (Gently) Annabel, wake up. We're here.
Annabel: (Opens her eyes, yawns and outstretches her arms) What was that? (Spots that her parents and Tessa are missing, which makes her wake up instantly) What? We're here already?!
Annabel: Oh great.
Marsha: Oh Annabel. Stop being a downer and come on. The place might be better than you expected.
Annabel: Ohhhh.... Alright. Let's see how great the house looks.
(She takes off her seatbelt and opens the car door. She gets out and follows her sister to the new house. Once she walks down the pathway to the new ho
The Wind Speaks - Bard SongOh, the wind speaksThe Wind Speaks - Bard Song by Daneas
of our sins, of our deeds,
of what came,
and of what will come,
lest we forget
how fragile we are.
May it blow against our faces
and bring peace to our souls.
May it carry away
all our sorrows.
Oh, the wind speaks
of our wishes, of our pleas,
of our fire
and of our steel,
lest we forget how foolish we are.
May it always blow through our lands.
May it take our last breaths away
before the Great Storm comes.
O Wind, speak.
Tell us what we will be,
what we will become
in this land filled with greed.
May you always blow through our halls.
May you protect us from those who wish us ill in their songs.
O Wind, speak. O Wind, speak.
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Easarc and Burtus - Bard SongThis is the tale of Easarc and Burtus,Easarc and Burtus - Bard Song by Daneas
an ambitious dictator and a treacherous son.
He conquered countless lands, but while he was away
behind black curtains others plotted to take his place.
One day, led by his protégé
bloodthirsty men ambushed him! But in a twist of fate the tables had turned.
The daggers were about to reach his throat,
but he transformed into a dragon and roared.
The conspirators tried to escape,
but the furious beast bathed them in flames.
That is how this story ends,
may it remind future generations that longing for power is a bad trend.
The Dragon's Roar - Bard SongFrom the rubble and the ashes,The Dragon's Roar - Bard Song by Daneas
amidst the chaos and the cries,
to overcome the odds a warrior will rise.
The fury of the dragon’s roar will shake the whole world
and reverberate across the sky.
In the night, surrounded by flames,
he will fight to retake his rightful place.
He will roar and roar until it’s dawn.
His enemies will bow before the dragon’s roar.
Hey New Kids! Part 1 As the day was passing by, and all of the elementary kids were playing outside on the playground, while the teachers were sitting at a table enjoying their time. Every kid who in their own grade stuck with their classmates as no one dared tried to approach anyone from a different grade. The fifth graders were on the playground, as they owned that main part of it.Hey New Kids! Part 1 by The-one-and-only-Aj
Each student had their own part of the playground, which known, as "their spot." Second graders owned the swing set, third graders had the kickball field, and fourth graders owned the basketball court. The playground, which is the main goal everyone tries to take away from the fifth graders, but sometimes seems impossible as everyone tries, but fails.
"Halt! Who goes there?" A fifth grade student questioned the random boy as he approached the fifth grader.
"I am a third grader delivering goods for the fifth grade king.
The light at the end of the tunnelThe light at the end of the tunnel was turned off for Earth Day, March 28th, 2015, and Mr Edwin Smith, the Federal employee responsible, forgot to turn it back on. He was preoccupied, you see, because he was thinking about his retirement party, for Mr Smith’s last day was Tuesday, March 31st, and he was looking forward to sitting around the house all day watching several years of recorded television on his PVR. Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack two days before his retirement, apparently because he could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel.The light at the end of the tunnel by 914four
The light stayed off for almost three weeks before anyone realized it, when a Mrs Edna Jones called to complain that she could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. By then, since no one knew why it was off, everyone was hesitant to anything about it. Bill in accounting speculated that maintenance was working on it and that it would be dangerous to turn it back on, while Hank in maintenance blamed the bean counte
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
Evil and the Mask: A ContemplationEvil and the Mask is a novel by Fuminori Nakamura, winner of the 2010 Kenzaburō Ōe Prize. This is his second novel to be translated into English by Soho Crime after The Thief.Evil and the Mask: A Contemplation by Konnono
I was going to write something deep and serious about the ever-changing aspects of the philosophies of life, but I realised nothing I say would come close to describing the feelings this novel has left me with. I’m simply not a good enough author for that. What I will write, however, are my thoughts regarding this novel.
I picked up Nakamura’s The Thief at a book fair last year completely on a whim. All my siblings are avid readers, but apart from Haruki Murakami none of us had ever truly explored the realm of Japanese literature. I’d read a few light novels like Yukako Kabei’s Kieli but that was it. The cover for The Thief was surprisingly attractive - bright yellow like a hornet, with an image of a Tokyo street bleeding through the title, writ
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Ciullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World TourCiullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World Tour by Ciullo-Corporation
Ciullo Corporation announces its very first worldwide art contest: Bifolchi! World Tour
Artists of any school are welcome to partecipate, contest will be hold on deviantART, NewGrounds, Cimmarian and YouTUBE, the rules are simple:
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Any submission MUST HAVE "Bifolchi!" in the title and a link to the OFFICIAL SITE in the description (on NG add "Ciullo-Corporation" as "Inspiration" in the credits of your creation, you may join also with collabs)If you add another fandom please write it in the description
You MUST USE AT LEAST ONE OF OUR CHARACTERS
Debates Vs. ArgumentsI’ve mentioned before in a story/poem I wrote a few days back that I used to be in debate teams despite not being very good at debating. Long story short, teachers used to put me in debate teams simply because I speak English fluently, but not only can I not debate properly, I also hate debating. There’s a reason for that.Debates Vs. Arguments by Konnono
Debating, especially competitive debating, leaves very little room for gray areas. It’s either you’re right or you’re wrong; there’s no in between. Competitive debating takes it up a notch in brutality — you’re trained to nitpick at every chink in the opponent’s argument, to take it apart and point out every flaw you can find so that you can completely annihilate the opponent and prove that your side is ultimately the right one. Debating teaches you to disregard the other side’s opinions completely, and that was always something I was never fully comfortable with.
Personality-wise, I’m a pacifist. I
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Is There Anyone Out There? Mankind has long romanticized the stars.
Glowing wonders, a reminder of the immensity of life and the universe. They're what are supposed to give us hope, the lights from afar drawing us up toward a distant shore. They're the light that guides us, pointing us home, and all such empty caloried sentiment.
But to me, they're like everything else in life.
They're beautiful from afar.
They're wonderful when you make them what you want them to be.
But when you consider what they truly are, they're as depressing as anything in the universe.
Knowledge is loneliness.
The closer we get to the truth that we all think we're looking for, the lonelier and lonelier life becomes.
Consider the fact that the cluster of stars that you gaze upon in the night represents lightyears upon lightyears of dead, empty space.
Distances so impossible to span that even the light they shed
The Girl and the Demon Once there was a girl who had a demon.
Or perhaps, once there was a demon who had a girl.
Often, the lines of ownership became blurred for the girl, or the demon, depending upon whichever party presently felt in control at any given time.
The demon lurked deep within her some days, slumbering inside a little black shell next to her heart, or inside the deepest recesses of her mind, or else some place so deep that she could not even pinpoint its location.
On these days, she was immune to the beast's poison, and so great was her relief from its symptoms that she saw the world as an absolutely breathtaking and beautiful place. People were good. Life was good. And even when people and life were not good, she was still good, and she felt as though anything that was not purely and wholly good, she could make good in her goodness.
The world bowed to the girl when the demon was away, and she needed nothing more
One Thousand Days One thousand days lost at sea.
One thousand days spent bandied about by the indifferent surge of the tides, steering by the billion-year-old light of long worn-out stars.
One thousand days spent without another living soul.
One thousand days, or maybe more. Probably more.
I am driven forward by that most malicious of fallacies, the sheer lie of legacy. Braver men than I have perished in their quest for the unattainable. Seeking immortality, whether real or mythical, (though either conception of immortality is pure myth in itself,) they reach for that which they know can never truly be theirs. For that which, perhaps, does not even exist. Better men. Smarter men. Stronger men.
But we feel it in our hearts.
We seek it because we know that it must be real, or rather, because we simply cannot accept the
The photographs that littered his fake wooden desk were of lost potential. Up from the dim spotlight of the desk lamp stared faces that had long since vanished from his life, or were in the process of doing so now. No replacements had arisen to fill their now-empty roles, as people are irreplaceable.
Though perhaps the saddest absence reflected by these harrowing afterimages was his own. No child survives the leap into adulthood with his soul intact; some great and essential part of him has to die for him to be able to function in the adult world. The only difference is that this man, or boy, had recognized this crumbling shard of his being as vital and, at the expense of his metamorphosis into adulthood, tried to retain it at all costs.
Often, he wondered what things would be like if he had been born under different circumstances, around different people, or with a different personality, or with money. What great things
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