WHat Was Of Us TO Thought We could play GOD?
What was of us to thought we could play God? Living within the seclusion of the bitterness of the outside, searching for the lost survivors of the great massacre. While in this place you search around with vial distaste of agony that was brought to you. The slaughter of the friends you once knew, grow dormant in your static encephalopathic mind. Blood running to your mind and securing it’s self within your sadness of the great madness. Lost and weary, hearing the scrams and moans of the fucked up madness. While searching outside, the destitute leaves you feeble frail and wondering, why did “they” take them? While you’re left in this abyss that was secluded of the Stygian beings that once used to exist. Now nothing and burning in the sky, lay what’s left of this sad great land. The sky reeking of the flesh and burning bodies that inhabit this mechanized reproductionized nation. Buildings burning, while the helpless flee in fear of the inevitable, making dues with they secure. Glass shattering as the Armageddon abolishes the nation of its greatness and serenity. Asking yourself, why? What the fuck? How can we escape?
Lost are we to the gates of heaven, or closer to the realms of hell?
What was of us to have thought we could play God and become the great “Master,” that we all so desire and acquire? How could we have made “us” better? No one has any cares any more for each other, survival of the fittest. Kill all and kill the problem? How can you kill the factor, when you inhabit the problem? With the sinister thoughts of saying you could make this place better, lie within all of us. A bitter fragment of this great puzzle that explodes every time we come across a problem. It crumbling in our fingertips, while we grow with the animosity in us. We cannot build the puzzle; we have already unlocked the gates to the eternal judgment. We have set forth our Judgment Day. How to overcome a problem that lurks in the distance that plays with our minds, deceiving us of our hopes and grace, what do we do? The buildings the buildings and the churches all-crumbling in the smoke and the horrific screams lunge out at us, denying ourselves of our dignity…what dignity? We may help each other, but deep down inside we have no friends. We have no one who actually cares. The unempathetic of our sadness plays with our minds. What are we to become at the end of time? Will wee seek fortune, or will we sacrifice ourselves for bitter distortion? How can we escape, when we are the plan? Making something from nothing takes nothing, making us admit takes the sacrificial dilemma of escaping us to admit we’re wrong. The churches filling with gospel praise, only to be slaughtered of themselves and become another part of the “mega death.” Bodies strewn all over the ground in millions. Rotting corpses seeping blood onto the blackened streets. Blood and gas mixed with the flames, engulfing and being set ablaze. The vial stench of the rotting plagues through the city. Roads crumbling from the quakes and lives lost…….We trusted in Him and Lost
Lost are we to the gates of heaven, or closer to the realms of hell?
What was of us to have thought we could play God and become the great “Master,” that we all so desire and acquire? How could we have made “us” better? No one has any cares any more for each other, survival of the fittest. Kill all and kill the problem? How can you kill the factor, when you inhabit the problem? With the sinister thoughts of saying you could make this place better, lie within all of us. A bitter fragment of this great puzzle that explodes every time we come across a problem. It crumbling in our fingertips, while we grow with the animosity in us. We cannot build the puzzle; we have already unlocked the gates to the eternal judgment. We have set forth our Judgment Day. How to overcome a problem that lurks in the distance that plays with our minds, deceiving us of our hopes and grace, what do we do? The buildings the buildings and the churches all-crumbling in the smoke and the horrific screams lunge out at us, denying ourselves of our dignity…what dignity? We may help each other, but deep down inside we have no friends. We have no one who actually cares. The unempathetic of our sadness plays with our minds. What are we to become at the end of time? Will wee seek fortune, or will we sacrifice ourselves for bitter distortion? How can we escape, when we are the plan? Making something from nothing takes nothing, making us admit takes the sacrificial dilemma of escaping us to admit we’re wrong. The churches filling with gospel praise, only to be slaughtered of themselves and become another part of the “mega death.” Bodies strewn all over the ground in millions. Rotting corpses seeping blood onto the blackened streets. Blood and gas mixed with the flames, engulfing and being set ablaze. The vial stench of the rotting plagues through the city. Roads crumbling from the quakes and lives lost…….We trusted in Him and Lost
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We are no one We are free We are gone We are expiring Satan laughs as we lay out to war We be the players, he be the board First one to win Loses and mourns Do you want to live in a nation of sodomy? Sub division molestation A country full of beggars A providence of lies This is Amerika This is our demise
Back out while you can, or shall you wait till the antichrist corrupts or lives Trade in your souls so your life long dreams may be filled This Mephistophelian fiends lurks within the distance of our shadows Denying ourselves of the curse SANITY lay below this blood money Tortured for the rich to become great, assassination of the masses of this great trespass We the people run in the streets Blasphemy sprayed upon the walls Your life Your woes Your wants All lay within this keeper of the dark land He shall be the one to renew your soul to join his army of sin, to become his slaves for eternity We may not perceive this as we all have ventured into this corridor of blood and sex He shall give you what you crave Delusional of truth, factual lies of sovereignty People claim they know the truth They claim there is no conspiracy to a life long tragedy Denying you Denying life Cutting your self of this bitter strife Self mutilation enveloped within the mind To kill To slaughter The sodomistic necropheliacs will reign once again
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What the World may come to in the End The government will be the fuel to make us enter this frenzy…. • The president will look at this day and think he did what was right….. • Millions will perish underneath all the radiation….. The stakes are high The graph and the time is running out Sept 11 was planned and known…would you Go by what a sad nation lives by? All the lives and the lies, conspiracies are covered up by this WARHEAD The heavens filling up with radiation death gases dispersing from within, killing our Great NATION Our lives and our souls abolished from this once so great land of rape and honey The government calls this normal…or not letting the word out HE is the ring leader who will make us all perish in this frenzy HE THINKS HE MAKES OUR LIVES BETTER? COMMUNIST….POWER…EMBEZZLEMENT SACRIFICES…OUR FORTUNE…GREED WHAT GREAT LEADER IS HE TO US? “WE THE PEOPLE RUN IN FEAR OF OURSELVES” lost in this smoke and hell, our nation is now nothing the devil awaits…… the end is near yet no one mentions it the cities are burned, abandoned of souls, burnt within the end may be near, but have you have anything to help this tormenting nation? “AN EXPLOSION TO SETTLE OUR DIFFERENCES” what’s next? ….Maybe we might talk to each other and not kill over MLOANENYD “MUSHROOM CLOUDS ARE FORMING IN THE DISTANCE TO ABOLISH THIS WRETCHED NATION FORM EXISTENCE” The many The few The…. Our lives are on the brink of destruction But hopefully we can prepare ourselves for mass destruction CONCLUSIONGueSS
you claim like you know me you claim you know my weaknesses you claim that you know my existence ....you know how i feel.................how i hurt ..........how i see things...........you claim...you know everything.......this whole issue about living doesn't even effect your listening........you claim you can see through my eyes.........you can see my fears .....my....happiness.......how can you see such.....emotions.. ...and thoughts.........when you are not even me?..... how the fuck can you see things my way....how can you think like me? ...how can you do everything that i do?..............you're not a twin of me.... your basically a stranger who puts more lives in danger......guess what..... you're wrong..........you can't see any fuckin thing i see...... you can't feel my greed........you can't see my fears.......my lost childhood... you can't see anything...........you can't even see good......you're lying to me.... you told me everything was going to be jus fine..........everything was going to be... normal.....well fucker looks like you're wrong........ i still feel the pain....i still feel that sadness taking over me.. ............and yet you claim you knew everything?........... how could i had been so stupid......to believe a lier like you?.... .how could i had stooped to your stupidity?.........why did i have to believe you?.......now im hurting because i listened to you.... im feeling all the feelings that will never leave me.........and yet you're nothing........to me......you're jus an insignificant soul who's messed up too many lives.........who has spread many lies..........who will make anything a demise......i feel sick that i listened to you.........that you actually had the nerve to care for me and say that you can see what i see...... .......this......this........im too sick right now to even look at you..........to even be with you.......you brought this upon your self......now go leave me and never return... ....never be a part of me........never talk to me..........jus go away.......go on with your journey of fucking up people's lives............for some day these fucker's and i will get you and make your life more miserable then you made us believe..........this is your last life..... ....this is your great demise.......Love DIVINE
FOr people who have loved one another not one of you is of the standards that all of you once were..........stop trying to live a lie you need to live the life you were intended to live not one of you at all on this |=uckin world is yourself you say you are but ha you or no where near the standards....none of you could ever live up to the |=uckin standards......you people are not even a standard if you were all put together you would never even make one piece of the puzzle that is missing.......you will never find your true self you will just live a lie and never deny it......you know who |=uckin exactly you are....you just don't want to admit it......you lie.....you steal....you kill.......you destroy...but if you don't tell anyone what you do you will just be hurting yourself and what the consequences are if you ever do get caught........you do all these things....but are you ever happy?.......just think for a moment are you ever or do you say you are trying to get people to stop asking you about how you feel?..........you need to all stop lying all of you if you lie for so long no one will believe you....not one not even yourself.......when you lie you hurt yourself and destroy your life..........people all over the world lie about something........but do you want to be one of those?............Just remember if this whole |=uckin world was put together you would not solve any mysteries except the ones that you cause on yourself and the ones that other people have to live with.....you think you are someone ........well guess what you are but a |=uckin lier.......you should all stop this and execrate yourself for what you have become.......you NEED TO STOP IT.....................Just think what would everything be like if we all stopped lying...........The whole world could actually be one again....ya think?........I'd agree that you would all be one persona again your true "real" self and not one that you have wanted to be......you think you would actually be happy?.......Yes you might. but you will hate all the people that you have lied to......you need to try to overcome your fears........it will be a long road back and there will be a lot of detours that you take to try to deny yourself again, but DON'T, you need to go the right way........do yourself a favor try to......From what I know which I'm not sure about, is that you will be a whole world again compared to a secret two faced lying........mother|=ucking.....world that one was......which may be still but if you go through this door you will have a long hard time trying to renew yourself and even your soul..........from what is the right way you need to stop lying.....try to live up to the |=uckin standards..........killing....destroying...lying......and all the other sh|t.....need ro stop if you want to be one whole world again you should stop all this.......War doesn't do sh|t except cause hate...massacres.......more War......and depression......we have gone through enough of this..........War has been in this world for generations..........you think you should actually stop and try to forgive even though they have hurt you so..........Life is something that you cannot copy or replace...same as yourself you're here but you have no clue what to do.....you start out being told what to do then when you grow up you're in the "world" and you have no idea what to do.....you try to look for an answer but search for an object you will never find......you try forever.....you try to find at least something for what you seek but you get lost in this lie you have to live...and you forget and never recover your search.........you may find it or you may do what a lot of people have been doing ever since Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge............people are still searching for an answer a clue.....something so they can be glad they found a fragment of what they are looking for..........every one here on this earth is in search of something.........but they just get detoured and never find anything and soon they die and want to find it still......but don't because once they die their search vanishes from them..........lies are something that can cause a lot of dismay to a single person if told on and on and on.......people want to actually believe you.......but if you get lost in your lies your lies will come back they will hurt you they will make you fall into pain and hate......people have been in this situation before and have never recovered.........Killing is Hatred.....Love is Pain......Peace is Sorrow.....Life is yet to be known..........for those who seek it.....for those who tell a lie shall never learn the truth and if the truth hurts......then it is a lie.........(UN)-MERCIFUL heLL
im living in an Unmerciful Hell that of which the chains are holding me down I try to escape but get hurt worse everytime I try to escape this devastating place......... i try to help my friends when they have all this hate in them and they want to end it by a quick slice to the neck, a blow to the head, or a slow and horrible death........while yet I still have problems, but I try not to speak of them, but hurt more, every key I hit puts more pain into my head at which I can't break free.....I feel like im falling but I know I will never hit the ground.......They cry they hurt they try to think of a reason to not die but get a vision everything would be better if they jus commited the tragedy of themselves While yet Im in this cage, this ring, the middle of all this...... a show that once begins and never ends...I know these are my good and best friends...but yet there's no escaping that of which has happened to you.........I care for my friends I try to help them with their tragedies, their heart breaks, while yet Im jus hurting my self more and more.....I attempt to myself to tell myself to try to not live with this, not listen.....but i can't im too weak to even try to get back up i can only stand here and have all these sorrows hit me blindly, they hurt me more and more but I don't like to betray my friends, look the other way.....While yet I have the same problems such as they do......Im depressed sad, hated, mad and know the only girl that i care about and cherish feels no feelings for me except the thoughts of what her life would be like....i look into her sweet, delicate eyes and cry in my heart.....i love her so.....but i know she would never talk to me again......I live in this Unmerciful Hell.....I will never break free of this....never, the pain, the tremendous joy which turns into sorrow, hate, sadness.....and yet I still try o help up my friends even though I know im killing myself, my life, my dreams are all fading away from me I will never recover from this....there may be a way but I know i can't take it......for i shall be too weak to even try to move..... no one can help me except one....which I know detests me...There are times at which Im happy but.....they slip away from me like a morning breeze one moment there and in an instant, gone........many times I try and try to make myself feel better and be happy, but they are wrong........they free me from this world........but not from my life.........I try to overcome my fears but hurt myself more.......I try to do things that are right and........FUCK up....the only one I want is my cherished angel the one i haved loved for so long.........but I know it will never be a happy ending for me........nothing is happy......i try to be but hurt more......I tell no one I hide everything......I try to reveal it but.......don't im scared for what is to come if I do.......i know I'm nothing but a mortal who is nothing to myself........why.....why.....why did I have to have this brougthen to me....... ill die here helping out my friends while inside im already dead... this is my life, my pain, my curse, my Unmerciful FUCKIN' Hell............HUMANiTY
You have The CHoice but not a right one.... The media and the government when not looking, can be the Satan in disguise…why do you think they want us to go by what they say, and to live by how they want their ways to be taken out….. To tell us who the enemy is, when really its US When will we learn to stop takin``g from the ones who strive on what little they have, to give us “more” They say, once a great day, someone will pay….. Why do we have to be the ones who take form other countries jus so our lousy dollar goes a bit further? Looking into the day , a another one will always say…I wonder if I will make it, I wonder if I will stay…… What do you see in a false future, a race of man kind that acts as savage beasts, taking what little one has…..and selling it so they may repeat their frenzy We may suffer from this….but what do we care? Looking into the eyes of our lost past and the great present The life extinction that we inhabit will be the fall of us People all running around on hands and knees. Looking up to the heavens to see the clouds dark as they resonate. Seeking out a fore teller wanting to know what wrong with US…seeing the hideous fiends as the walk this very ground. Moping, tear shed blood drawn eyes….looking for a new soul to pray on so they shall not die….. The cities will fall the rivers will expire as we all looking for something much higher Feeble frail and rotting. Our bones turning to dust, our outer shell burned and churned, lost are we to ourselves. Searching for the almighty to only find that one thing that we all worship…money.. We sell our souls for this so we may be happy but yet we have already sacrificed our “great” selves for the Judgment day…..only we are here only we are the ones who are going to decay……. Searching for our lost loved ones, only to find bits and pieces of their torn bodies. Crying wanting none of which is happening to ever had erupted, but its their fault we started this. Its their fault we are all here looking for something better when we know there is not one….. Searching…searching, searching plagued by our thoughts that we will be ok…… This is what I only have to say…We’re Dead, its hopeless, back out or be killed……DonE
You have The CHoice but not a right one.... The media and the government when not looking, can be the Satan in disguise…why do you think they want us to go by what they say, and to live by how they want their ways to be taken out….. To tell us who the enemy is, when really its US When will we learn to stop takin``g from the ones who strive on what little they have, to give us “more” They say, once a great day, someone will pay….. Why do we have to be the ones who take form other countries jus so our lousy dollar goes a bit further? Looking into the day , a another one will always say…I wonder if I will make it, I wonder if I will stay…… What do you see in a false future, a race of man kind that acts as savage beasts, taking what little one has…..and selling it so they may repeat their frenzy We may suffer from this….but what do we care? Looking into the eyes of our lost past and the great present The life extinction that we inhabit will be the fall of us People all running around on hands and knees. Looking up to the heavens to see the clouds dark as they resonate. Seeking out a fore teller wanting to know what wrong with US…seeing the hideous fiends as the walk this very ground. Moping, tear shed blood drawn eyes….looking for a new soul to pray on so they shall not die….. The cities will fall the rivers will expire as we all looking for something much higher Feeble frail and rotting. Our bones turning to dust, our outer shell burned and churned, lost are we to ourselves. Searching for the almighty to only find that one thing that we all worship…money.. We sell our souls for this so we may be happy but yet we have already sacrificed our “great” selves for the Judgment day…..only we are here only we are the ones who are going to decay……. Searching for our lost loved ones, only to find bits and pieces of their torn bodies. Crying wanting none of which is happening to ever had erupted, but its their fault we started this. Its their fault we are all here looking for something better when we know there is not one….. Searching…searching, searching plagued by our thoughts that we will be ok…… This is what I only have to say…We’re Dead, its hopeless, back out or be killed……PiT
Here we are today, looking out at all this decay. Yet we look at each other and ask, what if? Searching for the destitute that will leave us free. Our own lives in the hands of the children, yet we do not care about who we are. With the guilt and the sadness that lay within thee. Guilt in our minds and sight portraying to be bitter distortion, along with all that remain, what’s left in the unknown? How do we know they’re still alive, but with no well-being? Sadness evokes the animosity that portray in us. Allowing us to only see the hardship bitter self of all the remain. Starting to read in between the lines of trust and law, we become liars to our own self and do not cast out the sadness, but rather the happiness of that we are made from. While we look out at the ruins and the roads flowing of blood and dead carcasses, we turn away and do not care for all that we have brought to ourselves. We may not care; we may not despair, for all we know we don’t give a fuck about what we are. Yes that’s how many see us, not to care and to not wonder about why either. The happiness and the serenity may burrow within, but do we not mention it? Well what else do we have time for? Not many people know it but our time will be up as when the clock has struck. Many will be freaking out and running rampant in their own doubt…. but do we care? WE the citizens of what’s left of this place, do not care about anyone and let it not despair. Behind the crooked lies and bitter doubt, we do mention of a way out, but do not mention it to those who may corrupt us for all we’re worth. While we all look out, seeing the cities and noticing everyone running in doubt, they thought this would never happen again, they see now that they have contaminated us and left all rot. Children running on the broken glass and the blood running down the streets, while they know they’re contaminating themselves once more, noticing that we are here today. The martyrdom that we all so fear, is now rising from the pit and enveloping our existence with in it. We said it would never happen again, they said, “My fellow brother’s and sisters and great leaders, we will make it out we will find the key and unlock the greatness that we have all foreseen. We will find the plan, we have the plan….” Now those words lay far away and the great leaders are all unknown of even to themselves. We have a plan, we made a plan, we did the plan, now see where we stand? See what this place that we all used to have has embellished into being? Look out at the ways and the plans that may erupt from even the diligent of the very least. We may have a plan, but yet will it be the one that we will all be able to understand? Here we are today…here in this great day…. we will lead the way to and through the rest of the great redemption. Here…..we…are.. todayRoaDs
Along this road that we travel, we all wonder if we lived well. We go through our days and do all we can, but there are always the consequences that might lead to sadness. While we go through we do not know what’s going to happen or what we’re going to do. The people say they lead a healthy life, but yet you still have to have the concerns that all your well-being is for you. The consequences also pertain to the actions that you have lead. While going down this road the factors may be high for you to lead a great life, while yet the end is to come. It may not make sense while you’re still young and adapting to this new world, but we’re all still that young little child, wishing for a better way to live. We all want to make it to heaven, but as you can see not all of us can. The life that we lead will be the factor upon each and every single one of us. This may all be false for all I know, but its your choice, you can follow by what the little box in your living room tells you to do, or you can stand up to what’s right and follow through with all the nonsense. People say they care about one another, but it all is summed up into one word…money. Its all we thrive on, its ion our blood to want more and if you have not enough, then you must still to replenish that little voice inside you. Money will be our downfall, once it is gone…what is left when there’s nothing? The life that we go through will get to us in the end. Making the choices of being better and actually following through. You may lie to try to be free, but you will die and not breathe until you have what you crave. You had the time to repent your sins, but now you’re doing it all over again. The path that you chose in the past will form your well being of today. Going through with a corrupt and crooked mind, you will find yourself at the end of time. On the brink of destruction trying to bring back the serenity, you will try to escape this, but the life you lead has you plummeting into the martyrdom that will incarcerate you and not let you be. It’s you life, its your choice, all I’m doing is trying to help. Know of what you lead, for you may someday be the leader.VIOLENcE
BeTween All The Truth andall the lies, reading in between the lines can prove
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Can you help your brothers and sisters once they have disintegrated in your very arms? While you are here, will you make it out? Enveloped in this very martyrdom you scream and run around in fear of all that is the lost need why do you have to be the little child scared of the new ways? Why do you have to give into temptation? when you lead in the masses you're the leader, when you lead in the mass of killing you're the parasite how can you become better once you are of the rotten and distorted embellishment? how can you answer your prayers when you say you're not sad? Evil is what lives within this mass of us, its not shown by physicalinality, but by the emotions that bare within our saddened and hopeless thoughts of trying to be better This game that we all play with ourselves is not the way that we were suppose to pertain by and follow, yet when you have money, you could care less and not give a shit about anything, ANyThing but your selfish Self Violence is what lives within us, is what nurtures our very sadness our only weak spot, for not with it we feel empty along with all we say, we do not care along with all we say, we do not care along with all we say WE DO NOT CARE we have not one need we say we're ok we say we're not going to hurt or destroy look at the VIOLENCE laugh at our selves and bury ourselves within our lies and sin we give in we give in to the VIOLENCE We care NOT to be sad Only to be driven once more by the one thing we crave only to be driven by what we crave only to want what we crave only to want what we cannot mistake Should, could, give in, I, take, kill, betray, leave me, hear the screams, here the sadness cries through all the guilt stricken "mistakes" hear it all VIOLENCE going by what it says, going by what it commands going by all the flaws we attempt to repair our sadness Kill to survive, crave to feast off the poor to take and exterminate VioLence VIOLENCE VIOLENCE
DARKness
An phobia is something I have grown up with....its as if im a flaw in my own life and yet proceed through all this to only be scared more then ever. The fear of complete darkness, and not knowing for that of which can leap out and grab me...pull me away into a place I have seen but yet care not to tell....this Hell....this place....scares the fuck out of me.........all my greatest fears all in this place built inside......I HATE IT...scared of things....no one could ever dream of such torment yet I have developed this.....the aphobias are what hurt me at times....Hydrophobia.. a fear for that of which I see everywhere.....anything that has to do with water...even a quick glimpse of this torment can change me in instant.....the fear of dying underwater......the fear of seeing a casket......innevitable.....that I'm seeing this horrible place no matter where I am....Arachnaphobia.....ever since I was little...I have been plagued by spiders every day when I woke up.....the first thing I would see.....this hairy....eightlegged...guivering..feurocious ....fiend...setting its eight eyes on me.....this torment I can't even bare to help myself out of.....since I have no clue what......it means to be scared of ghosts....I'll tell you why I fear those helpless, lost souls....when I was little, I watched a show with my mom entitled, "Ghosts Living or Fake?".....in this show I was completely scared of what was going on....but there was this one episode...to which I can still remember...this is how it started out....if you don't mind....a man had rented a room in a hotel...it was a fairly good sized room....and all....but when he started to go to bed...the window silently opened, letting in the freezing coldness of death....he thought a window could had been left open......that was when the radio turned on and started playing 20's music...that was when he knew something was weird ||OK IM LIKE FREAKING OUT NOW!||.....suddenly two eyes appeared on the tv screen looking at the man....he called for the quardsmen to his room....the guardsmen was bewildered by what he had cast his eyes on.....he turned on and off the tv....nothing happened....the womens eye's in the tv...were scanning the room.....suddenly the guardsmen pulled out the power cord on the tv...NOTHING happened.....so when ever I fall asleep or have that thought I try not to look at the tv, for I know it could get me......at times when ever I'm happy it will turn into bitterless rage.....and I go litteraly INSANE....smashing my head on the desk...quivering with fear....arms quivering......teeth chittering...hair standing up on end.....my voice lost....eyes set and directed to fear......happiness evicted from me.....the fears...the freezing coldness of death lurking behind me......fear is what is becoming of me.....making the sadness within me take over....seeing faces....of the dead.....their weary souls still lurking and searching.......while yet the dead haunt me in my thoughts.....but not in my house.....fear is built out of me.....this is what at times I think powers me.....this is the way I am.....this is what I am...but why am I like this?......why?.....fear of almost everything.......depression....sadness.....all set inside me......the Darkness....will come first for me.....that means if I'm talking to someone on MSN and the power goes out.....and no one is home.....my fears will release their greatest powers over me....the ghosts will come.....the unforgiven souls will get me.....they will take me away, torture me......kill me....the "one" who lives in the basement will get me with its blood shot eyes....horrifing laugh....will come get me......murder me.......the water will plague my mind...my greatest fears will all be released and set upon me....in the darkness....the only place I can not escape....the Hell that I know.....the hate will enrage me...hurt me....make me fall into a state of pain that so unbareable...that all my life as I know it will be set on pause or rewind......but during that time period....I will be gone...Killed...when all the time sets forth again....there will be no one in the chair for that of which I was sitting.....my room never even mine..... all and everything I know will be not here.......no one will even know who I was....I will be gone....the Darkness will add me to its lost collection......plague my mind with melancholy...bitterness will be all I taste.....hate and negativity will be all I see......all my "good" emotions will be taken from me and burned....in the darkness...this is where I will be...this will basically be...the last thing I see........Wonder
What is this new presence within me? What is this new miraculous light I notice before me? What is this illuminate glow? Is it happiness? Yes it is, happiness eh? An elixir renews my soul, burns away tarnished hate, and breaks through to show praise. Stand up to all my fears, let them hit me with their power, I’ll throw them back down, diminishing them. I have my angel, happiness will resonate within. How her praise illuminates my darkened soul. How my angel can cast away pain, and reassure myself of love. I can finally see past treachery and melancholy. With my angel at my side, the dark morbid stygians seem to come into view, which could have been me, but the seductive elixir of my angel’s love washes away the madness and self-virtue. This melodic angel is so miraculous, no name for such an angel as her. Myself portrayed in the mirror, not depressed with scourged dreams, and never ending pain. Seductive power this elixir embezzles within, the light, passionate. My soul glowing and not decommissioned, happiness eh? This feeling I wish forever to resonate within my soul, my fingers warm with happiness not cut with fear and not frozen by acceptance. My face glowing of serenity, not burning of melancholy, gift cannot be bought with bribes or inhaled with grief. This presence finally beckoned me. No more confusion, lies, and antisocialism, my angel next to me at my side, the praise ever richer. The times I hold her, I see how her face lightens up becomes somewhat lost within happiness, but reassured by the presence of me. Her illuminate eyes, this angel helps me through this wonder, this happiness is my angel, cannot be bought or bribed, happiness is finally within.RefleCT[ion]
my face is torn off worn away yet depressions glides through the rest of my body as if im controlled by hate and kill all that stand in my way to redeem my self and set forth a new goal and not have it be demolished by hate and greed....to try and set my self free from all that has been built up inside me and yet this will never be.....the reflection of my worn off smile slips into a state and laughs at me rhetoric questions fill my mind falling down from the harsh pain throbbing in my head....my hands bleeding dying away......my eyes cold harsh.......unknown....my face burnt with fear sadness imprinted in my face greed slipping into my mind...killing.....the harsh sounds of the people laughing at me telling me i will never be.....this is the end this is the end this is when ill come back and get you motherfuckers and hope you never met a lost fallen soul such as me....slithering into my mind a being pointing tell me to follow what it commands......i destroy this rabid beast and set forth on my mission.....the knife in my hand the syringe in my arm.....the bullet holes in my chest the burns of lies creeping down and burrowing in me.....the face of revenge smiles at me in the mirror....the wrecklessness is forming around me........the psychopathic daze daze.......the fear of running away.....fire in my eyes....hate in my heart.........suicidal thoughts plague my mind.......jus to see nothing behind these impure needs.......the mirror how it laughs at me......the sudden harsh sound of glass breaking into the ground as i destroy the mirror........glass shards in my hands....pieces burrowing in me blood seeps through the wounds and hardens........hatered on my face.......chaotic smile......black image.......jesturing laugh......ice picker in my hand........glass shards falling to the ground........peace seizes to exist......happiness is erased from my memory.......fire dancing around me.....people laughing at me.........i raise the axe to end all the annoiance.....turn around to see everything being erased.......being erased from my memory........i wake up to see myself in the mirror.......how could someone such as me be filled with such thoughts of this?.......as i turn..... my reflection laughs at me and smiles develishly behind me i turn around to see myself...sadness in my eyes......cold face......fingers trembling......this is my reflection that casts back to me.........Short Story I wrote for class 7 pages not bad.
A young boy, not even of the age of 6 is about to have his whole life transformed in front of his eyes. His aspirations, his wants, and future endeavors, are about to all get destroyed, as he watches his family become captured by the almighty Kalypso.
”What is he doing, and where is he taking them?” Kurtis thought to himself, “Why is this man in our home and chasing mother and father around like animals?”
”You can’t escape the almighty grasp of the ever so Kalypso, I will make you suffer, and then destroy you the longer you run from me! I always get what I want, you fucktards, are mere pawns in my benevolent dream of mass vehicular destruction.” Kalypso yelled.
”What is he doing, and where is he taking them?” Kurtis thought to himself, “Why is this man in our home and chasing mother and father around like animals?”
”You can’t escape the almighty grasp of the ever so Kalypso, I will make you suffer, and then destroy you the longer you run from me! I always get what I want, you fucktards, are mere pawns in my benevolent dream of mass vehicular destruction.” Kalypso yelled.
Kurtis watched his parents get chased throughout their home. Innocence of this young lad had been destroyed, upon his face portrayed his angst and billowing hate for the man.
“Come now my pretties Kalypso is going to make everything better, and annihilate your souls!” Kalypso makes his way hastily out of the house, as he arrived.
Kurtis is confused as to why his parents were just captured and taken away. He looks at the devilish man. He stands a fierce stature with a wounded shoulder gauzed up. The man has a raggedy old suit with a distinctive yellow symbol on the back of it. The man acts swiftly, hoisting himself onto his demon wheels. With Kurtis’ parents, mother unconscious and his father beating on the bars, pleading and bleeding for to no avail. He disappears into the mind numbing night. Kurtis just stares at the kitchen, devastated, as to what just took place.
The man disappears into the night, with the night sun shining on the broken home. Kurtis can’t feel anything. Pain, agony, angst is all transpiring within his mind. As time advances on, Kurtis begins to grow into a grotesque teen. His hygenical skills start to diminish, his overall self figure begins to crumble under the devastation. He then begins to have strange thoughts, and sinisteristic ideas.
”No child should have to feel this hell, at such young age!” he thought. “Why do I have to be forsaken, left her with no one?” Kurtis finally built up the strength to move, sluggishly shifting his feet, from side to side, to make his way back to his room.
The night seemed to last forever, as Kurtis laid in bed staring at their family photo. The house was quiet, but hellish presence filled the house, allowing for a very accommodating numb emotion. Time was not of the essence; time was the least of his concerns. He was determined to free his parents, from the shackles that held their grasp. He just couldn’t think of anything to bring any greatness.
Time passed on, and Kurtis was finally moved from his home. An eviction notice along with condemned sign reigned above, high on their front door. Kurtis couldn’t ideate the act that was about to take place. He was becoming exiled from his home, where all these dead memories stood. Kurtis couldn’t feel happiness; he couldn’t concentrate in school, just devise plans after plans on how he could rescue his parents from Kalypso’s grasp.
A young lad now tossed and beaten from life to life, to place after place, no one understood his loss. They just stood, and mocked him for his differences, and his soon to be developing schizophrenia, which would consume him. His mind was in a state of dementia. All he could see was that evil man’s face on everyone. Everyone was his enemy; everyone seemed to be his sworn demise. Kurtis could not tell the difference anymore, who was near him, or anyone’s voice. All that plagued his mind was his determination to annihilate that man and free his parents.
This was his life now becoming this illicit enigma of a damned and forsaken life. He had been issued restraints, and a very comfy straight jacket. Along with his very own padded cell, looking out over the land from the presence of a tiny barred environment. Kurtis just laid there on the floor, blood seeping out of the incisions in his skull, from an experiment to fix him. This kid was a broken soul, nothing could mend his pain. Doctors tried to fix him, no one knew of that terrible night that took place, years ago.
One day Kurtis was able to mingle with other incompetent beings, for good behavior. He overheard the TV announcing an annual race that was taking place right in their city, and they needed drivers, because of last year’s death toll, from the race. Kurtis then noticed who was sponsoring the divine event. “That fuckin’ prick, who the fuck does he think he is. Taking my family wasn’t good enough, wasn’t enough to satisfy that bastard, well I think its time!” Kurtis thought to himself, as he made his way to the visitors exit.
He tackled the guards, who forced a sedative upon him, but he reacted too quickly. His adrenaline was pumping, his mind was full of all this hate, his eyes were blind with rage, he was determined to escape and destroy his opposition. He lunged for that door, using a guard for a shield against the electric force field encasing him in this ward. Maniacal thoughts, and malicious melancholy pumped through his veins, he was on a mission.
He managed to escape the straight jacket, by the assistance of the guard’s lifeless body. Working the buckles just right, the guard lifelessly acting, allowed Kurtis the sustenance of this jacket. Kurtis encountered a clown with a very unique mechanism. A unicycle unlike anything he had ever seen, from when his mother would read him bed time stories and the clown would do a balancing act on it. Just thinking of his mother only made him want to destroy everything more. The unicycle had 2 wheels forming as one, with a very comfy looking seat. It was metallic red with, “Banzoo The Kiddies KLoWN!”
Kurtis is confused as to why his parents were just captured and taken away. He looks at the devilish man. He stands a fierce stature with a wounded shoulder gauzed up. The man has a raggedy old suit with a distinctive yellow symbol on the back of it. The man acts swiftly, hoisting himself onto his demon wheels. With Kurtis’ parents, mother unconscious and his father beating on the bars, pleading and bleeding for to no avail. He disappears into the mind numbing night. Kurtis just stares at the kitchen, devastated, as to what just took place.
The man disappears into the night, with the night sun shining on the broken home. Kurtis can’t feel anything. Pain, agony, angst is all transpiring within his mind. As time advances on, Kurtis begins to grow into a grotesque teen. His hygenical skills start to diminish, his overall self figure begins to crumble under the devastation. He then begins to have strange thoughts, and sinisteristic ideas.
”No child should have to feel this hell, at such young age!” he thought. “Why do I have to be forsaken, left her with no one?” Kurtis finally built up the strength to move, sluggishly shifting his feet, from side to side, to make his way back to his room.
The night seemed to last forever, as Kurtis laid in bed staring at their family photo. The house was quiet, but hellish presence filled the house, allowing for a very accommodating numb emotion. Time was not of the essence; time was the least of his concerns. He was determined to free his parents, from the shackles that held their grasp. He just couldn’t think of anything to bring any greatness.
Time passed on, and Kurtis was finally moved from his home. An eviction notice along with condemned sign reigned above, high on their front door. Kurtis couldn’t ideate the act that was about to take place. He was becoming exiled from his home, where all these dead memories stood. Kurtis couldn’t feel happiness; he couldn’t concentrate in school, just devise plans after plans on how he could rescue his parents from Kalypso’s grasp.
A young lad now tossed and beaten from life to life, to place after place, no one understood his loss. They just stood, and mocked him for his differences, and his soon to be developing schizophrenia, which would consume him. His mind was in a state of dementia. All he could see was that evil man’s face on everyone. Everyone was his enemy; everyone seemed to be his sworn demise. Kurtis could not tell the difference anymore, who was near him, or anyone’s voice. All that plagued his mind was his determination to annihilate that man and free his parents.
This was his life now becoming this illicit enigma of a damned and forsaken life. He had been issued restraints, and a very comfy straight jacket. Along with his very own padded cell, looking out over the land from the presence of a tiny barred environment. Kurtis just laid there on the floor, blood seeping out of the incisions in his skull, from an experiment to fix him. This kid was a broken soul, nothing could mend his pain. Doctors tried to fix him, no one knew of that terrible night that took place, years ago.
One day Kurtis was able to mingle with other incompetent beings, for good behavior. He overheard the TV announcing an annual race that was taking place right in their city, and they needed drivers, because of last year’s death toll, from the race. Kurtis then noticed who was sponsoring the divine event. “That fuckin’ prick, who the fuck does he think he is. Taking my family wasn’t good enough, wasn’t enough to satisfy that bastard, well I think its time!” Kurtis thought to himself, as he made his way to the visitors exit.
He tackled the guards, who forced a sedative upon him, but he reacted too quickly. His adrenaline was pumping, his mind was full of all this hate, his eyes were blind with rage, he was determined to escape and destroy his opposition. He lunged for that door, using a guard for a shield against the electric force field encasing him in this ward. Maniacal thoughts, and malicious melancholy pumped through his veins, he was on a mission.
He managed to escape the straight jacket, by the assistance of the guard’s lifeless body. Working the buckles just right, the guard lifelessly acting, allowed Kurtis the sustenance of this jacket. Kurtis encountered a clown with a very unique mechanism. A unicycle unlike anything he had ever seen, from when his mother would read him bed time stories and the clown would do a balancing act on it. Just thinking of his mother only made him want to destroy everything more. The unicycle had 2 wheels forming as one, with a very comfy looking seat. It was metallic red with, “Banzoo The Kiddies KLoWN!”
He crept up behind the eccentric clown, leaped and graciously snapped the clown’s neck, leaving him paralyzed. The clown just laid there twitching with blood seeping out of his neck. Kurtis just stood there, staring at the insignificant fool. Then he saw Kalypso’s face become one with clown, this sent Kurtis into a pissed off tangent. He set up on the unicycle and bunny hopped it over to the now gasping clown. He looked into Kurtis’ eyes, asking of forgiveness. Kurtis replied with a bunny hop to the clown’s body. Blood and entrails shooting out of the clown like a sponge with blood water. Before he left, he took the man’s wig; with it he would hide his identity from anyone. It was a red raggedy smooth wig with some hues of orange to it, almost as if it was a tie dyed, but with the colors bleeding from overtime.
Kurtis managed to make his way to the event. It was taking place at the main drag on the east side of town. He was very confused as to why there was no one else attending this event. There was not a soul around. “Where am I? I thought this was the place.” He eerily thought. “No one is here. I’m so confused, and I’m amazed I know how to maneuver this machine.” Looking all around he saw no one. The buildings looked so desolate, so uninhabited. He then became captivated, by a grotesque scent. He knew that scent, but his mind was so far at confusion, he couldn’t render the idea.
”Greetings Kurtis” a man said from behind him. Kurtis slowly turned to the final realization of the scent, and that dastardly voice.
”I see you got my message, ‘tis a shame to be locked up, no one knowing why you’re so fucked in the head. They all laugh at you; they mock you for being crippled.” Kalypso held out his leather gloved hand which showed dried blood upon its surface. “Join me and I will –we will make them all pay for what hell that was destined to you.” “WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PARENTS, what have you done with them? I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU!! DELIVER MY PARENTS TO ME NOW!!” Kurtis yelled. “In due time my son, the prophecy is upon us, and you shall get them back, but I need you to complete a task for me. It shouldn’t be difficult with you having no cares for your actions or that lovely parasite, know as love for anyone.” Kalypso greedily exclaimed. A long pause filled the empty streets of debris and dust, finally Kurtis asked, “If I do this task for you, will you give me back my parents and leave us alone?” Kalypso with a devilish grin on his face from side to side, replied, “Yes you have my complete word.”
Kalypso explained the task at hand, at what all had to be done, in order for Kurtis to free his parents from this stronghold . The task was rather simple join his vehicular manslaughter statewide, reign supreme champ, and he will grant Kurtis his wish. Kurtis, before he left beckoned, “My family better be in one piece, or I’ll be fucking you up, and cutting you into pieces!” Kurtis peddled away, leaving Kalypso pondering, but callously knowing what was said.
Kurtis acquired some mods for his unicycle. He replaced the frame with a rather indestructible material and lined the wheels spikes, also incorporating two sharp fenders for protection. On the side were mounted two .50 cal rifle rockets, with heat seaking missiles tucked away, for when he may need them. He replaced the pedals with a small block engine which gave birth to an unstoppable Deth-Cycle. Kurtis was ready for the event, nothing was going to deter him off path or kill him.
Days passed, nights turned to impossible endeavors, but he finally arrived at the real event. He then felt a sigh of anguish and utter defeat. There were six other contestants, all with better armor and the fact their machines were either cars, or this very eerily looking semi. Kurtis just stared into the lifeless machine. Blood had been dried, repainted, and spewed all over this benevolent machine. The wheels seemed as if they had never been cleaned from the prior races,. He could see body parts, bones and even a backpack from what seemed to be a young girl carelessly decorated throughout this violent beast. The lights had been bashed out; in their place were four skulls, two for each light, and a morbid crimson glow illumed from within. He stared blankly at the windshield, coming to question, “How can this person see, there’s a fuckin’ sheet of metal covering the view?”
Kurtis managed to make his way to the event. It was taking place at the main drag on the east side of town. He was very confused as to why there was no one else attending this event. There was not a soul around. “Where am I? I thought this was the place.” He eerily thought. “No one is here. I’m so confused, and I’m amazed I know how to maneuver this machine.” Looking all around he saw no one. The buildings looked so desolate, so uninhabited. He then became captivated, by a grotesque scent. He knew that scent, but his mind was so far at confusion, he couldn’t render the idea.
”Greetings Kurtis” a man said from behind him. Kurtis slowly turned to the final realization of the scent, and that dastardly voice.
”I see you got my message, ‘tis a shame to be locked up, no one knowing why you’re so fucked in the head. They all laugh at you; they mock you for being crippled.” Kalypso held out his leather gloved hand which showed dried blood upon its surface. “Join me and I will –we will make them all pay for what hell that was destined to you.” “WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PARENTS, what have you done with them? I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU!! DELIVER MY PARENTS TO ME NOW!!” Kurtis yelled. “In due time my son, the prophecy is upon us, and you shall get them back, but I need you to complete a task for me. It shouldn’t be difficult with you having no cares for your actions or that lovely parasite, know as love for anyone.” Kalypso greedily exclaimed. A long pause filled the empty streets of debris and dust, finally Kurtis asked, “If I do this task for you, will you give me back my parents and leave us alone?” Kalypso with a devilish grin on his face from side to side, replied, “Yes you have my complete word.”
Kalypso explained the task at hand, at what all had to be done, in order for Kurtis to free his parents from this stronghold . The task was rather simple join his vehicular manslaughter statewide, reign supreme champ, and he will grant Kurtis his wish. Kurtis, before he left beckoned, “My family better be in one piece, or I’ll be fucking you up, and cutting you into pieces!” Kurtis peddled away, leaving Kalypso pondering, but callously knowing what was said.
Kurtis acquired some mods for his unicycle. He replaced the frame with a rather indestructible material and lined the wheels spikes, also incorporating two sharp fenders for protection. On the side were mounted two .50 cal rifle rockets, with heat seaking missiles tucked away, for when he may need them. He replaced the pedals with a small block engine which gave birth to an unstoppable Deth-Cycle. Kurtis was ready for the event, nothing was going to deter him off path or kill him.
Days passed, nights turned to impossible endeavors, but he finally arrived at the real event. He then felt a sigh of anguish and utter defeat. There were six other contestants, all with better armor and the fact their machines were either cars, or this very eerily looking semi. Kurtis just stared into the lifeless machine. Blood had been dried, repainted, and spewed all over this benevolent machine. The wheels seemed as if they had never been cleaned from the prior races,. He could see body parts, bones and even a backpack from what seemed to be a young girl carelessly decorated throughout this violent beast. The lights had been bashed out; in their place were four skulls, two for each light, and a morbid crimson glow illumed from within. He stared blankly at the windshield, coming to question, “How can this person see, there’s a fuckin’ sheet of metal covering the view?”
Upon looking at all this, his eyes then zeroed in on the smoke stacks, six smoke stacks sat high above this behemoth of destructive beauty. He squinted, at the tops of them, coming to a final realization, “Holy fuck, this machine doesn’t care what the fuck is in its way, and there are body fragments all through out this machine. I don’t stand a chance now, or ever getting to see my parents alive.” He sadly thought.
Kurtis just sat on his Deth-Cycle, weeping, and feeling the presence of defeat. His sadness diminished once he saw that man, that one who took his severity, that beautiful serenity. He wasn’t scared anymore; he could give a fuck less about anything. He made a vow to himself, and he was going to keep it.
”Driver’s ready at the start line!” Kalypso yelled, as the drivers assimilated, but Kurtis just sat there confused, “Where is the driver to that semi? Everyone else is making their way to their death machines, where is this crooked creature that drives that monolith? He didn’t know what to think, he just sat there wondering where his parents were and their state. He looked around for Kalypso to ready the gun, to begin this carmageddon of pain.
Looking from side to side, he saw the drivers revving their engines, but still no sign of life in the rig.
Finally a being transpired on the gassy horizon, he couldn’t make out a face, but he knew it was the person who would induce that machine. The person, coming closer, was finally making it easier for Kurtis to make out the figure. It was him, “WHAT THE FUCK!?” Kurtis thought, with much disbelief. “There’s no fucking way he’s driving that! Oh now, Oh fuck, I’m royally fucked, beyond FUCKED!!!”
Kalypso made his way to the rig, but didn’t actually get in; he set some type of robotic device within it, and then exited the vehicle. Kurtis was just now at complete disarray with what all was going on. At that moment he became overcome by a sense of death, but with a familiar smell. Before he could guess the event, he looked up and saw his parents caged to what looked like posts from a street, now at the bottom of the grandstand stands, screaming, crying and bleeding, with now what seemed to be thousands of spectators watching the event unfold before their eyes.
Kurtis didn’t know what he got himself into, but he knew he had to free his parents. Finally the christmas tree was flashing red. “Only a couple more seconds before it turns yellow, then that dreaded green, fuck!” Kurtis thought. The machine, which earlier was lifeless, started up with a roar of the powerful engine, and fire transpiring from the stacks, making all the men in the stands cheer loudly with much anticipated excitement. Kurtis just stood there looking at it, confused, and defeated.
”Gentlemen and Wives I welcome you to the third annual VehiXulaR Death Rush! Many have traveled a far to see determined drivers’ battle for their one wish I have granted them to get taken into effect. So far the amazing and the ever so lovely DethRot Rigginz has taken first place every year. Perhaps Mr. Hanz might get that home back that was taken from him. Maybe Friznits could actually be able to see her daughter again. Or could, my personal favorite, watching a newcomer be granted the wish to free his parents from my torment. Feel free to throw your food or anything you wish at the lovely couple in the front row, Might add to some more eventful race duration!”
Kurtis just sat there, so appalled at was all taking place right before his eyes. His parents were beaten, and bruised, then are now being mocked, ridiculed and defiled, in a crowd of thousands. Nothing, nothing was going to get in his way. The light now flashing yellow, the engines revving, the crowd cheering, and his parents collapsing from all that was taking place, the light was green. Kurtis watched as a huge cloud of dust, metal, shrapnel and fire erupted in front of him from all the racers. Kurtis, just sat there staring at Kalypso, who was now very timid, almost frightened of the presence Kurtis was still there.
Kurtis just sat on his Deth-Cycle, weeping, and feeling the presence of defeat. His sadness diminished once he saw that man, that one who took his severity, that beautiful serenity. He wasn’t scared anymore; he could give a fuck less about anything. He made a vow to himself, and he was going to keep it.
”Driver’s ready at the start line!” Kalypso yelled, as the drivers assimilated, but Kurtis just sat there confused, “Where is the driver to that semi? Everyone else is making their way to their death machines, where is this crooked creature that drives that monolith? He didn’t know what to think, he just sat there wondering where his parents were and their state. He looked around for Kalypso to ready the gun, to begin this carmageddon of pain.
Looking from side to side, he saw the drivers revving their engines, but still no sign of life in the rig.
Finally a being transpired on the gassy horizon, he couldn’t make out a face, but he knew it was the person who would induce that machine. The person, coming closer, was finally making it easier for Kurtis to make out the figure. It was him, “WHAT THE FUCK!?” Kurtis thought, with much disbelief. “There’s no fucking way he’s driving that! Oh now, Oh fuck, I’m royally fucked, beyond FUCKED!!!”
Kalypso made his way to the rig, but didn’t actually get in; he set some type of robotic device within it, and then exited the vehicle. Kurtis was just now at complete disarray with what all was going on. At that moment he became overcome by a sense of death, but with a familiar smell. Before he could guess the event, he looked up and saw his parents caged to what looked like posts from a street, now at the bottom of the grandstand stands, screaming, crying and bleeding, with now what seemed to be thousands of spectators watching the event unfold before their eyes.
Kurtis didn’t know what he got himself into, but he knew he had to free his parents. Finally the christmas tree was flashing red. “Only a couple more seconds before it turns yellow, then that dreaded green, fuck!” Kurtis thought. The machine, which earlier was lifeless, started up with a roar of the powerful engine, and fire transpiring from the stacks, making all the men in the stands cheer loudly with much anticipated excitement. Kurtis just stood there looking at it, confused, and defeated.
”Gentlemen and Wives I welcome you to the third annual VehiXulaR Death Rush! Many have traveled a far to see determined drivers’ battle for their one wish I have granted them to get taken into effect. So far the amazing and the ever so lovely DethRot Rigginz has taken first place every year. Perhaps Mr. Hanz might get that home back that was taken from him. Maybe Friznits could actually be able to see her daughter again. Or could, my personal favorite, watching a newcomer be granted the wish to free his parents from my torment. Feel free to throw your food or anything you wish at the lovely couple in the front row, Might add to some more eventful race duration!”
Kurtis just sat there, so appalled at was all taking place right before his eyes. His parents were beaten, and bruised, then are now being mocked, ridiculed and defiled, in a crowd of thousands. Nothing, nothing was going to get in his way. The light now flashing yellow, the engines revving, the crowd cheering, and his parents collapsing from all that was taking place, the light was green. Kurtis watched as a huge cloud of dust, metal, shrapnel and fire erupted in front of him from all the racers. Kurtis, just sat there staring at Kalypso, who was now very timid, almost frightened of the presence Kurtis was still there.
Kurtis then made his way slowly down the obstacle course of broken cars, burning bodies, bones, shards of metal and gravel. It was a very a beautifully devised disaster in his path. He saw the other drivers were readying them selves for the kill, but before he couldn’t make out what was happening. DethRot had smashed into a car, sending it spiraling out of control, the crowd on their feet with much conjecture. The car spiraled in the air over and over; toppling over remnants of wrecked cars and finally came to a brutal fruition by landing in front of the DethRot. Coming to a stop, then a sudden sound of metal, bones, ammunition and glass filled the air, as DethRot had obliterated what use to be sports car. Now two heaping pieces of metal severed at the middle. “Oh fuck! That thing is destined to win again.” Kurtis thought as he made his way around the burning pile.
Kurtis finally came to the first curve of the race and noticed that two cars were careening into each other, making it impossible for him to pass through, around or under. Strangely enough one of the cars finally smashed the other car into a wall, which conveniently came out of no where. Kurtis saw his chance and took it, readied his .50’s and just started pumping bullet after bullet into the car sending it down the track on flames, then exploding into a vast array of bright hues, and then finally falling back down to earth. Kurtis was starting get the feel of the event, and knew he could put on a diversion of a show, to only make it impossible for Kalypso to think of his next move.
Lap two had finally taken underway and the competition was finally dithering away. The DethRot had really massacred the competition, leaving only it; Kurtis and what seemed to be a pickup truck, with a camper on the back. “Wow, another truck, and it even has a camper on the back, how subtle.” He thought, but before his eyes immersed a transformation taking place from within the camper. The camper was just a shroud, an outer covering protecting from within it a massive rocket launcher turret, with needles on the end. Kurtis kept his distance as he watched a very courageous event unfold; someone finally was going to stand up to this stygian.
One by one, the rockets ignited from the back of the truck, aimed towards the semi. Before the rockets could even encounter the dead soul of the semi, it had dodged every rocket. Only four of them remained, Kurtis had an idea. He slowly crept up behind the semi, attempting to stay under radar. Lap three had just commenced, which meant, this was the last lap.
He made his way up to the battle that was taking place. By now it was just a bunch of insane ramming and strategic maneuvers. They were finally nearing the final turn. Kurtis saw the semi barreling down the strip, getting ever so closer to him and the camp truck. The truck unaware of Kurtis’ intentions shot off a rocket. Kurtis barely missed his chance, and almost became a mural on the bloody pavement. The DethRot Rigginz was only inches away. The semi was now beaming in on Kurtis rather than the camp truck. “Hopefully this idea works” Kurtis shrieked, as the DethRot Rigginz was only inches away. “Just a little bit more, and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, NOW!” Kurtis watched as the finish line was nearing, and the camp truck had initiated the firing of his last rockets. Kurtis moved out of the way, just in time before the semi cremated him. The one of the two rockets shot off, then the second, both incinerating and annihilating DethRot. Debris shot from everywhere, blood, bullets gas and everything imaginable erupted on the finish line. The camp truck struck by a smoke stack was instantaneously crushed. Kurtis was lying on the ground, bruised, right arm broken and his left hand severed.
He looked up to the heavens and praised that his feat had been taken into effect and that his parents would be released. Finally after the smoke and rotting scent of flesh cleared, he became stricken by a horrific site, at best. He was so discombobulated; he didn’t know what just took place. There before his eyes were the remains of his parents. All that remained was his mother’s right arm and his father’s head, blowing calmly in the wind. All the spectators were either decapitated, running around screaming on fire, or lying in bloody pools in their chairs from, the shrapnel that had struck them.
”Mother! Father! No. NO! Oh MY FUCKING GOD NO!!!” Kurtis collapsed over crying. “No one is left. No one is here for me. I have nothing left. I am nothing! Where is that man, that vial fucktard who took them away from me? He will finally feel my emotional torment and built up angst and divine melancholy! That bastard will pay!” Kurtis looked frantically around for Kalypso, but to no avail. It would have had seemed as if he’d vanished from this earth. The sky box, where he announced the event was now burning on the other side of the track.
”My my, you do a better job than I do” Kalypso cheerily exclaimed. “And my you even took out, wow! The whole crowd and the competition, Bravo! Oh bravo! Well I kept my part of the deal, and so I shall free your parents.” Kalypso made his way to the body shards of Kurtis’ parents and unlocked their shackles. “Well I would have thought they’d be all in one piece, but, I’m sorry.” He devilishly said. “Oh wait, I think this is your mother’s torso. Oh wait, that’s someone elses. Lookie here, I think I found what all of your father, did he have a green shirt on with –Oh wait, never mind, my mistake. Perhaps your mother’s other arm or chest is in the grandstands. Let us go and look.” He made his way to the grandstands, while Kurtis just stood there. On his face wasn’t happiness of the fruition, it was the determination. The feeling, the emotion he had been cursed with was finally captivating him. He stood there, staring callously at Kalypso while he merrily skipped and frolicked throughout the grandstands.
He looked up to the heavens and praised that his feat had been taken into effect and that his parents would be released. Finally after the smoke and rotting scent of flesh cleared, he became stricken by a horrific site, at best. He was so discombobulated; he didn’t know what just took place. There before his eyes were the remains of his parents. All that remained was his mother’s right arm and his father’s head, blowing calmly in the wind. All the spectators were either decapitated, running around screaming on fire, or lying in bloody pools in their chairs from, the shrapnel that had struck them.
”Mother! Father! No. NO! Oh MY FUCKING GOD NO!!!” Kurtis collapsed over crying. “No one is left. No one is here for me. I have nothing left. I am nothing! Where is that man, that vial fucktard who took them away from me? He will finally feel my emotional torment and built up angst and divine melancholy! That bastard will pay!” Kurtis looked frantically around for Kalypso, but to no avail. It would have had seemed as if he’d vanished from this earth. The sky box, where he announced the event was now burning on the other side of the track.
”My my, you do a better job than I do” Kalypso cheerily exclaimed. “And my you even took out, wow! The whole crowd and the competition, Bravo! Oh bravo! Well I kept my part of the deal, and so I shall free your parents.” Kalypso made his way to the body shards of Kurtis’ parents and unlocked their shackles. “Well I would have thought they’d be all in one piece, but, I’m sorry.” He devilishly said. “Oh wait, I think this is your mother’s torso. Oh wait, that’s someone elses. Lookie here, I think I found what all of your father, did he have a green shirt on with –Oh wait, never mind, my mistake. Perhaps your mother’s other arm or chest is in the grandstands. Let us go and look.” He made his way to the grandstands, while Kurtis just stood there. On his face wasn’t happiness of the fruition, it was the determination. The feeling, the emotion he had been cursed with was finally captivating him. He stood there, staring callously at Kalypso while he merrily skipped and frolicked throughout the grandstands.
Finally the pure hate, the violent epiphany had set in. There was fire in his eyes, blood making it way to the head, and the fingers trembling. He made his way back to his Deth-Cycle and exclaimed as Kalyspo was picking up shards of clothing and tossing them down girly like. Afraid of the scent and the touch, Kurits was ready. He looked all around at the desolate wasteland, the burning decay and what seemed to be last fragments of his only family. Kurtis propped himself on the bike, made his way to the grandstands, looked at Kalyspo and shouted, “FUCK YOU BASTARD!” Kurtis let loose his whole remaining arsenal on the man. Bullets pierced through the skin, leaving holes everywhere, turning the man into a bloody Swiss cheese. The man looked at him with anxiety of triumphant sadness.
Nothing remained. Nothing was left from the malignant event that transpired that day. Burning bodies, wrecked shells of cars, the scent of death, the DethRot chassis in flames and the poles that which contained his family was now empty. Nothing remained. Kurtis couldn’t take the torture from all that took place. He slowly made his way to his parent’s remains. He reached into Kalypso’s pocket and retrieved a revolver that was covered in blood and burnt fabric. He looked all around, with the barrel of the gun in his mouth and with tears turning to blood and the thought realization. “There’s nothing worth living for anymore. There’s nothing left of anything. I have no one, there’s no reason for…” Kurtis pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right through his brain leaving the revolting memories and dead thoughts to escape. He was happy, he was reborn, he was with his family again.
Nothing remained. Nothing was left from the malignant event that transpired that day. Burning bodies, wrecked shells of cars, the scent of death, the DethRot chassis in flames and the poles that which contained his family was now empty. Nothing remained. Kurtis couldn’t take the torture from all that took place. He slowly made his way to his parent’s remains. He reached into Kalypso’s pocket and retrieved a revolver that was covered in blood and burnt fabric. He looked all around, with the barrel of the gun in his mouth and with tears turning to blood and the thought realization. “There’s nothing worth living for anymore. There’s nothing left of anything. I have no one, there’s no reason for…” Kurtis pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right through his brain leaving the revolting memories and dead thoughts to escape. He was happy, he was reborn, he was with his family again.
Story I wrote back in 03, never finished it.
Locks
Locks
While living with the curse of his deceased mother, Jake was told by his father to lock all the windows and all the cracks seeping into this place at which he inhabited. Living with the maniacal thoughts and the screaming torment of the memories of his mother and how she was exterminated from his very grasp. The evil ones will pay for the act that had caused upon his mother, but not until he is strong enough to fight off the hatred and not give into temptation. Here he lay with eyes blood shot and his fingers trembling while he speaks on the phone with is girlfriend, Summer. Never properly introducing himself, he goes on talking to his angel and telling her about the tragedy and the curse he lives with. While on the phone he hears his mother eerily calling his name….”Jake…..Jake, let ….your mother in…….I won’t hurt you…be a …..good boy.”
Frantically speaking into the phone he tells Summer that he needs to get off the phone. Hanging up he puts the phone up to his ear, while its not on and hears his mother screaming of the torment that was brought to her.
Throwing the phone across the room he gets ready to go to bed. While undressing he feels a rather cold “deathly” breeze come over his body, chilling his insides and setting his eyes on the window, watching himself being altered by an unknown being. Seeing his hands grasping for the window lock. Seeing his mother’s face devilishly looking into his bitter, sweet, cold eyes. Slapping his hand away from the window; he runs to his bed and crawls under the covers, he secretly has a bottle of Nyquil next to him, for whenever he can’t sleep.
Dreaming about how his mother was assassinated, he cries in his sleep and sees his image in his dreams opening up the windows and unlocking all the doors. Noticing he is not under his own control, rather a puppet to his mother’s great powers.
Waking up the next morning the sun shining brightly on to his face, he remembers his mother’s sweet grace. Sadly he cries while he stretches knowing that he may not see her once again. Looking at the clock he notices he is late for his home schooling. Running down the hallway and stairs frantically, he notices and remembers that today is Saturday. His father laughing at him hysterically, asks, “Son, what are you doing up so early?” He replies, “I thought today I had school.” His father asks, “I thought Summer was coming over today?” Running back up the stairs he calls her up on the phone. Letting her know that she can come over, he then hangs up and gets dressed for his “big day.” Running over to the mirror; he glances to see his mother’s face staring at him with such innocence.
Before he knows it, Summer is already at his house, and he is still not dressed. Asking himself, “Was I really starring at the mirror that long?” Quickly changing he runs down stairs and greets Summer as his dad talks to her parents. Asking her if she wants to go to his room and help her with her work. She allows him to hold her hand and gracefully casts themselves up the stairs. She looks at him with such delight; he notices his mother’s face in the mirror and screams of fright. Summer looking at him with such question on her face, he asks for her to help him with is homework.
His father walks up the stairs and knocks on Jake’s door, letting him know that Summer is staying the night, the reason is that her parents are leaving town. Thanking his dad for letting her come over, he closes his door and goes back onto the bed where Summer lay. She gently takes his hand and caresses his face, telling him how she feels about him. He smiles while he holds her hand and caresses her arms. Kissing each other they hear the sounds of moaning and screaming, Jake knowing of what the sounds are, he asks for Summer not to let him go. Holding her close he notices his mother at the window clawing trying to get in.
She disappears and leaves her son alone. Jake acting paranoid not remembering to lock the windows, frantically asks Summer if they could bunk up together, so he wouldn’t be separated from her presence. She says yes and they both race to his bed and she lay at his side while he cried. She takes her soft sweet delicate hands and caresses his teary eyed face and kiss him on the cheek. Wrapping her hands around his trembling body, she grasps for him and doesn’t let him go from her hold.
He asks her if she would like some NyQuil so they could get to sleep, she agrees and they both take a hit and fall asleep fast. While in his sub-conscious mind he feels the touch of death run through his body, also feeling the abandonment of his one true love, Summer. He doesn’t awake to know that his girl friend is now gliding like a ghost on her back through his window. Crashing into the glass, shattering the wood panes and her blood seeping through the cracks that lay within her outer shell. Bleeding drastically she still asleep, but yet dead she is to the mortal world. Blood and glass shards now remain on Jakes floor as he sleeps.
Waking up in the morning to notice, that Summer is not at his side. Frantically he runs around his room screaming for her. Tripping over what he thought be a rug, he gets back up and runs down the stairs, not noticing that the window pierced of blood. Running down to his dad’s room he asks where Summer may be. His dad has no clue, he thinks she may be playing hide and seek. Running back up to his room he notices that there’s glass shards and blood remnants on the floor. He notices that the blood trail leads to the undersides of his bed. Dragging out what he thinks may be a blanket, he unravels it to see Summer, dead and lifeless, eyes cut out and body torn of it’s grace.
He look out at the window and notices that the lock was not closed and which lead him to believe that he was at fault for the homicide of Summer. Living with the pain and the thoughts of what happens he runs down the stairs crying, but yet with hate in his mind. He notices all the doors lay ajar and the windows battered and broken. Running to his dad’s room he notices a figure to his left. His dad was cut up by the claws and hate of his mother, seeing his dad’s eyes full of fear he notices that he had something in his hand.
Jake takes the paper and reads it:
I’m sorry Jake for all the pain I have caused
I hope that this will all come to a pause
All the ones I have killed
I’m sorry for all that have been tilled
Lost I am without my own son
I wander this earth in search of someone
I look at you and cry
Noticing that soon we will all die
Here I lay with one last wish
For you to kill yourself and be with
Throwing the note on the ground he notices, that the house that he now lay is now inhabited by another family. He runs to his room and notices that it has changed. Noticing that Summer not lay under his bed, thinking to himself on where she now lay. Running back down the stairs he notices the sound of happiness and the thoughts of no cares. He notices in the mirror as he runs that he casts back no reflection. His mother’s wish had come true and hopefully she hasn’t killed anyone yet, for all we know is that she may be coming after you.
