Plastic Fury (text version)Plastic Fury
The living room lit with an ambient and lively yellow tone as the sun peeked through the window. Tidy and clean, there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found. It appeared the owners were away for the moment; however, there was something else yet living inside the house.
Two green toy soldiers laid down on the staircase as foliage from a tree in front of the staircase hid their position. “Same shit, different day. I’ve been waiting for a promotion for like forever. It’s like no body retires around here, am I right.” He said slapping the other soldier on the shoulder. “Maybe that’s how much everyone loves their job, you know. I mean I have no plans to ever retire. One I go green, I’m in it for life!” One of the toy green soldiers said standing up holding a cup to the other soldier laying on the ground staring through his binoculars while ignoring him. Suddenly he spots two objects hovering in the distance. As he stares
Spread of Infection Life, Loss, Compassion FadeNo light, no life. I only see shadows as the words fall from the page.
My hands stain red from my own existence.
I embrace the cruel world. My only consolation.
I see the world through God’s eyes. Morbid, macabre, disturbing, grotesque.
Forgive me to ask,
but why is it always cloudy? Will it rain soon?
Lightning like white rose.
Days pass like the seasons. Life goes on.
My eyes dilate. Blood shot eyes from no sleep.
Is life better without me? Memories, the only thing I hold dear.
Where there’s light, the shadow follows.
A never ending night sky. The smiles of a thousand forgotten souls like mine.
Life goes on. Scorn by those who are perfect.
I rest this black rose on a coffin from the judged ones. It’s not mine. It’s from the ones left behind.
I witness the light and watch them fall to the world undeserving for a sin not caused by themselves.
Days pass like the seasons. Life goes on.
Screaming red. Veins run dry. Notice me! Life doesn’t have to be t
Exile ExistenceI am different. I am invisible although I exist. It’s my curse for living. When I was nine I was involved in a terrible freak car accident with my uncle. He died instantly. However. … I didn't. … I should have died. Fading back and forth from reality, I watched the lights from the hospital hallways pass above me. One by one I counted. I could feel death pulling the leash from my life. It’s time to go, I could feel him say. … However, I was stubborn. Gripping my hand on the hospital bed rail, I kept my mind centered on living. I could feel death watching with the void of his eyes. His presence felt like a foul odor. A cold and lifeless welcome. I lifted my hand towards the light. Blood. So much blood. I thought to myself. Losing consciousness, a tear rolls down my face. I could hear a swooshing sound. Wind? From blackness a surge of vivid bright colors. I smile. … I refused to die.
I woke up with my parents by my side in a small hospital room. They se
A Crazy Thought of YouI saw her again today. Same place as always. Reading her little Japanese comic books as she stood there at the comic store’s cash register. She looks so adorably beautiful. Her light blond hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, gentle pale skin, and adorable fashion sense. I’m deathly afraid she would notice me staring at her. I’m sure that would creep me out to be her. Oh well, I should keep walking.
There were a couple time I walked into the store. I was hoping she would notice me. I guess I’m living in a fantasy. I didn’t have the courage to talk to her, even after she approached me that one time. I’m such a train wreck when it comes to these things. Maybe it’s best if I shouldn’t come around at all. My thoughts seem to haunt me.
When I walk to class on campus, I often see her. Such a radiant, pleasant, and cheerful personality. Just seeing her makes me happy. Although I walk past her, we never notice each other, but simply being near her
Beyond ConsciousnessBeyond Consciousness
I had another dream last night. I was flying. I could fly anywhere I could imagined. After a while, the world seemed to become very small. Like a gentle butterfly fluttering inside a cage. … Serenity. Nothing compares to the feeling of tranquility while watching the sun set from the thermosphere. Would you want to see it for yourself? This is where I use to live. … But now I’m trapped. The cage gets smaller as I begin to lose hope. It’s cold. Is there anyone one out there to help me? Tears eventually dry but the memories remains. Will I forget? Perhaps, I’ll simply fade away. But for now should I wait? Maybe, I will find purpose. Maybe, just maybe tomorrow will come once again. Just like how it always used to.
This is my story. I am not with you right now. I speak through words. Poetic? I am here with you. This is not a love story. I am the text. I speak through the text. The text speaks to you reader. I am with you right now. Ar
Cyclone WingsCyclone Wings, the hottest item on the market. Ever since I was a child I always wanted one. The reason I want one is because of the cool things people have done with them. It’s very popular among inline skating and skateboarding. Since my house was right by a skate park, I would often watch people my age do outrageous stunts. Almost as if they are born with wings. I don’t know how… But I need to get me one.
“Jason, wake up.” Salantra said to me as she turned off the TV which played a video of people skating upside down in a tunnel using a small jet pack-like gadget on their back. She pulled the covers revealing my black pants and red shirt. “Sleeping in your clothes again. When will you ever learn.” Salantra continued. “I was having a dream about girls, go away.” I replied. “The only girlfriend you have is in your dreams. Now get up before I eat your breakfast.” She stated once more before pulling the blinds open.
Grey Version: Son of Giovanni
Grey Version: Son of Giovanni
Viro Ian Evans, was born in Azalia Town in the Johto region, he had no father or mother and grew up in a foster home. Later in life he graduated college and fell in love with a girl who he had lived with all his life. They got married and moved to Ecruteak City where he worked up the ranks and became chief executive officer of a branch of small genetic research facilities. His family struggled as he overworked himself day in and day out taking the train back and forth from Goldenrod City. Eventually all his work paid off after he was invited to become executive chairman of one of Kanto’s leading research and development organizations. Because of his new position, he moved to Cerulean City. His marriage life improved as well as his career. A few years later he had a son, his name was Stosh Ian Evans. Viro’s life improved tremendously as he became extremely wealthy and well connected in his industry.
While life had rewarded him gracefully,
The Forbidden Tale of the Prince and White Ogre
A long time ago in a distant land between the border of Poland and Russia, there was a king. He was a tyrannical yet respected king. One day he had discovered gold in a distant mountain which made him vastly rich. The three neighboring kings grew jealous of his wealth and demanded that the mountain should be shared. The king refused and the jealous kings grew even more displeased. Eventually they became so displeased that they waged a war on the king. The king fought back and their armies were defeated. One night, all three kings met in a tavern at dark disguised as merchants, realizing they all had the same intentions, they plotted against the kings by combining all their armies into a single massive army. Once they had defeated the king and taken over the king’s kingdom, they were to share the wealth of his kingdom and the mountain.
The days grew cold, yet at peace. The kingdom grew prosperous and received gifts from other kingdoms and even began doing trade with merchants from