AnxietyMy chest kept on heaving up and down, stale warm air exiting my mouth in hard, hurried gasps, that I can feel it on my wrists as I'm typing this. I sit back up, my back erect, as I tried to control my mind and my breathing.I gazed at the warm mug of tea next to me, the teaspoon jutting out of it. I decided to pay attention to the dark-brown liquid that residesin the mug, looking at the base of the porcelain mug, clearly visible underneath the liquid. Andrew Fisher is shouting through my laptop'sspeakers, telling me how breathing is not an easy task when you're underwater.Oh, how correct he is. It feels as if I'm being submerged by this feeling. No one to talk to. The clicking sound of the ceiling fan above me is the only other sound accompanying me, clicking rhythmically as I type this. I stare at the mirror behind my laptop. My dark brown eyes looked back at me, agreeing with my ennui that resulted from my constant anxieties and fears, and my inability to deal with it. Another loo
Vox PopuliIt was another day in Hell, with people going on their daily business, as they would normally do on a weekday. In the city square of hell, a group of demons are setting up a camera, with another holding a boom mic, and another demon wearing a sweater over hisshirt tested to see if his microphone is working. Another held a clipboard while looking at the time."Everything ready?" he asked, looking at the crew."Yeah, everything ready," the cameraman confirmed, before looking at the host. "You ready?""Just a sec," the host replied, brushing his clothes before standing in front of the camera,and nodded. "Ready.""Alright," the demon holding the clipboard said, "Everyone ready? Three...two...one, begin.""Good evening and welcome to another episode of Hell's Issues," the host said, smiling professionally into the camera, the cameraman making sure he got the best of the host's profile."And we've discussed various topics throughout this season," the host continued, "and today's topic is..
The Game ShowLionel Thomas sat at his plastic chair nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on the knees of his slacks as he did so.He hated waiting. He hated the time it took for him to wait, how it added on to his nervousness. He hatedhaving to sit in this small, poky room, with two sofas on opposite sides, with frigid cold air conditioning,a water cooler, a coffee table littered with old magazines, and a neglected potted plant on the corner.He fidgeted with his shirt, fixing and straightening his tie a few times, wiped his damp face, unable and unwillingto go anywhere until it's his turn.His throat felt dry. He felt like drinking some water, but he knew better.When it's his turn, they wouldn't let him leave, even for the bathroom, until they're done with him.He looked at the clock. It progressed slowly, dutifully, mocking him as it did its intended function.He watched as the seconds changed to minutes, before the minutes began to add up.By his own estimate, he's been here for almost one hou
Coffee and CakeThe couple drove down the road, looking aroundfor a particular address."So who are we looking for here?" the wife, a medium-sizedwoman with short hair and wire rimmed glassed asks."Some lady by the name of Kate," says the husband, a man about equalheight, except heavier and growing a goatee replies whilelooking at the GPS.The car, despite looking small on the outside,is actually large and roomy, and well-kept for a carused by a pair of hunters, and spotlessly clean."Why are we going to see her?" his wife asks, crackingher neck."Well, you know the main hunting group in this city,right?" her husband responds.She looks at him, suprised. "So she's the leader?"He shakes his head. "No, no. The leader of the groupis Jake, but since he and Sarah are working right now, we're going tohave to meet the next in charge of the group.""Which is Kate," she concludes. "Wonder what she's like,being a hunter like us.""There's more to her than being a hunter," her husband explains."Jak
Butterflies"Where are we going, dad?" my son asked as I bundled him up on the back, and into the child seat."Just driving around, I guess," I replied, before adding, "I want to show you some of the placesI used to play around here when I was a kid, ok?""Ok, dad," he replied, somewhat uncertain about what to make of all this.I started the car and drove out of our cul-de-sac, remembering well the directions to my favorite meadow where I used to go after school, just sit there, stare at the woods, and chase butterflies, get wet and messy,go home and get a royal hiding from my mother for getting home late and with soaked clothes again.As I humored him with the stories of what I did when I was his age, I drove closer to where the meadow is,and to my dissapointment, there's a large supermarket instead. "Sorry champ,looks like the meadow's gone," I said, sighing and turning my head.He seems rather dissapointed by it, since it's not everyday your father takes you out with the promise that you can
Welcome To Hell, Pt. 6A little after six, an announcement finally came out, announcing that passengers for lineU75-A to make their way to platform 10.Daniel got up from his seat, and briskly jogged over to Platform 10, and noticed a crowdalready lining up to board the bus. As he went in line, a man cut through in front of him,much to his annoyance."Yo," Daniel quipped. "I was here first, man.""Tough luck bro," the man replied nonchalantly. Daniel, enraged by the insolence, grabbed theman's shoulders and tossed to the ground before stepping forward in line. The man then stoodup, grabbed Daniel's arm, and delivered a blow to his jaw.Daniel responded by kicking his stomach, before they both started rolling on the floor, tradingblows with each other, before a driver and security guard broke up the fight."Alright, what's going on?" the guard growled.Daniel pointed at his assailant. "He started it. He cut in line, so I pushed him awayand he started beating me up," he said.The guard stared at both of
The Rotting Man (Finale) Upon seeing the shambling figure right in front of me, I froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Even if I ran back, it's possible that the creature might take a single leap, and attack and kill me instead. I inched backwards cautiously, trying my best not to take my eyes off the creature shambling in front of me, before I noticed a brick lying on the floor. I quickly picked it up, and backed slowly. "Don't you dare come any closer," I warned the shambling figure in front of me. "Why not?" it hissed, shambling closer towards me. "I'm still hungry, I'm always hungry. Only nice human meat, piggie meat, will satisfy me." "Oh fuck," I thought to myself. I'm screwed. "Wh-why are you hungry?" "I've always been hungry. I'm always hungry. I've never known a day when I'm not hungry," it drooled, its voice thick with hunger. "Ha-have you always been thi
How To Survive As A VampireBy Luther B Campbell, Hartview Vampire SocietyIf you are reading this, this is because youhave been recently been turned into a vampireand unsure of what to do next.Don't worry. That's what this guide is here for.First off, we're sorry of what had happened. Noneof this is your fault, it happened against your will,and we're here to help.Compared to the olden days where one is left to fendfor his or herself after being turned into one,nowadays, we keep an eye out for each other, showthem the ropes and best methods of survival, givingthem to live peacefully without bringing any attentionto themselves.I am sure that in your past life, you have heard, read,or watched material dedicated to vampires. Someof it is true, but keep in mind that these materials aremade by individuals with little to no knowledge on howvampires live.They did get one essential component right.Namely, vampires are quite sensitive towards sunlight, beginningfrom 0800 Hours until 1900 hours. Your sk
Portal to HellThe girl looked at the swing, hanging just above the large puddle, which, for some reason,just makes it even more tempting for her to do it.With one single leap, she leapt towards the swing, her right foot on her swing, and bothher hands on the chain, however, the momentum caused my her leap pushed the swing forward,and within a flash, upturned, causing her to fall into the puddle.After feeling herself fall in the water, she didn't feel herself slam into the ground.she felt herself falling down even further, and oddly enough, despite the water surroudingher, she didn't feel like she was drowning at all.Morgan sat at her vast office, overlooking the capital of Hell, and despite the magnificentview, she was more concerned with the duties her post entailed. Reading through a printeddocument, she held a pen between her fingers, tracing through the document, looking foranything that might work into her favor.As she read a particularly interesting line, the phone rang, much to he
Hell's Little AngelYou hide your horns with a halo,Your black wings are hid by white,You wear a disguise so no one knows,Who you really are tonight.You were heavens outcast,turned dark and sent to hell,Hell’s little angel,that name suits you, oh, so well.You stare into the living’s soul,with eyes so black and wide,You try to be so very sweet,so your true self you can hide.You have a little secret,You’re hiding it so well,You really are unpleasant,Hell’s little angel.
Puppet's StringsTwist. Tug. Pull.They'll never break.
I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.It’s affecting my health.Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.I have too much I want to do before I die;And too little time.It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,I want to be the best.Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.From a balcony, is the only time,I hope you’ll look down on me.I want to fight the demons in my head.I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;I just need to keep myself busy,Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.Fuck this health thing.Mommy, I’m alright.I just want you to be proud of me.I’m sorry.
Finally HomeWeary traveler sighs in blissful relief.
Ode To A PencilLead marks swept across the page,Forming words, sentences and ideas,Articulating fundamental truths,An extension of the voiceThat gives a writer strength to bear hardship.What brutal insanity would prevailIf this was never again utilized?
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...
But Leave Echoes BehindDream in color, live in grey.
glossy magazines:love your body!lose weight now.
Undying LoveKissing dead bodies.One hugs back.
Bane of LiarsIn a world of liesTruth is feared above all else
Letters to DeathTrembling,he writes:"thinking about you."
Imaginary PlainsThey caged her.She saw fields.
Last WordsLast words are wonderful first impressions.
flawsilently, the statue contemplates his cracks
TnM: Simplemente un sueno Capitulo 14 Casa Flynn La luna mostraba su mayor esplendor superando a todas las estrellas entre ese cielo oscuro que no tenia fin. Marie se recostó en su cama con un libro en mano, se acomodo y comenzó su lectura, había tomado esa costumbre antes de dormir, mientras que se hundía en el entendimiento, unos toques a la ventana la interrumpió, levanto la mirada sin gran importar y se encontró a Thomas recostado en la misma, esta no tardo en enojarse sin haberse antes sorprendido. Se levanto y abrió la ventana rápidamente, lo que causo que este casi se tropezara y reaccionara. -¿Qué te pasa? ¿Qué haces aquí?- Dijo Marie en voz baja frunciendo el ceño con gran molestia. -A explicarte- Contesto Thomas ingresando en la habitación. -No hay necesidad- Dijo cortante Marie. -Me debes estar odiando- se lamento apareciendo s
Fate's Scratching PostYour sanity, shredded, while you wait.
TnM: Simplemente un sueno Capítulo 16: Casa Fletcher Samantha esperaba a su pareja de trabajo en su habitación, resonó el timbre en la casa, Vanessa atendió e invito a pasar al joven ojos verdes, quien inmediatamente se dirigió al cuarto de su amada. -Hola- dijo Fabian con una sonrisa entrando, cerró la puerta y se quitó su mochila dejándola a un lado. -Hola- contesto Samantha con una voz débil. -Y... ¿Qué tal tu vida?- pregunto Fabian intentando sacar conversación. -Igual que siempre- dijo Samantha sin ganas de hablar, Fabián suspiró y tomando su mochila, sacó una carpeta llena de hojas. -Aquí esta el trabajo- con indiferencia soltó la carpeta para que cayera en las piernas de Samantha. -Íbamos hacerlo juntos- le dijo incrédula. -Adentro están los nombres de los dibujos que tienes que hacer y uno que otro tema que debes buscar- in
TnM~ Jueves. Capitulo~ 1 Si solamente haya respondido correctamente mi pregunta... Una mañana de primavera, donde el sol no se había dejado apreciar, siendo las nubes quienes tomaran su lugar en el cielo, acaparando cualquier rayo del mismo, comenzó una suave llovizna y leves brisas, aquellas que tanto me agradaban y me dejaban escapar del mundo que tanto me consumía. Luego de transcurrir tres horas, contando el primer receso que se había visto por culminado, Jasmine, inquieta como era usual, fue a hablar con otras personas del grupo, dejando a Marie a mi completa disposición. Como era predecible, la pelirroja voltio y llamando mi atención me sonrió, tomó uno de mis audífonos y colocándoselo, se recostó en la mesa. La profesora, completamente atareada por la cercana entrega de notas, prefirió darnos un tiempo libre y así poder revisar la variedad de notas y exámenes que le hací
Six Word StoryIt still hurts when I laugh.