I lsat in a dark room cold enough to see my breath when the lights are on. I’m barely visible in the fun light cast off by the small screen of an old phone I often use to write these posts, but I’m paused, deep in thought, contemplating my next move, pondering which chess piece to move to showcase how the dominos fall, what if I don’t have an ave up my sleeves? So many games to play yet the words won’t come, stick in this silence wondering where to start, the inpatient warrior begging got a fight, the insane guardian built to protect, yet obviously defective, the mad king, with grand ambitions, the queen moments away from her curse, or the distantly related princess, her family destroyed filling her with a new fire, the flames of vengeance. So many choices, but where to begin?
“Everything is triangles with you today,” she murmured under her breath, as her father frantically scribbled on his chalkboard, still fighting his madness to solve the equation. “Six hundred thirty nine, we’re getting closer now.” chanted the man in an old tattered lab coat, stained by time and messy meals. His daughter started down at him from her throne both disapprovingly and lovingly, these apparent opposites were melded perfectly on her visage. She was write being her year, most likely sure to his experiments during her development, though no one is sure, in fact there were no records of a mother at all, the existence of this young girl was beyond unknown, many thought it unknowable. The truth of course, existed somewhere in the equation, he called out his tempus maximus opus, the key to his freedom. They were both wrong yet both right, such is life.
“Explain yourselves or die,” the creature said calmly as it he were staying the weather instead of the fate of his intruders. “I may not know you, but this palace has been asl but forgotten, just a few scribbled in the tomes and that one mural, your home has been reduced to less than whispers, you’re merely paintings on a cave wall.” Emerald Stone said confidently. The creature smirked, revealing sharp teeth. “So they need a reminder, I’ll show them what happens when you wake the dead.” The creature mused to himself aloud, giving time for his audience to flee, an opportunity even they weren’t foolish enough to pass up.
He started at the man and the women running away, as if they honestly stood a chance, but at that moment he felt gracious, the thrill of the hunt enticed him to pursue them, but something else convinced him to let them love after he caught them. And so grew began to move with incredible speed, blocking off the exit the two so desperately saught.
Decided to start a kick starter in order to get my book published the link will be on this site in a few days, I am excite.
May 24th, my mother’s birthday, for some reason last year on my mom’s birthday I decided to start a blog, an option many have suggested I do on multiple occasions. Most notably my brother who insists I start a blog to reveiw anime I watch on Netflix, for some reason the concept seemed unappealing, even to this day the concept of that paticular blog is very far from appealing, which isn’t to say I won’t give it a try sometime, just that I have no idea why I decided to start a blog. I forgot my reasoning, I think it may have been to promote myself for the eventual release of my book, but it ultimately allowed me to finish a completely different book, Beyond the Cutting Edge. So yes, blogging has been a success, I’ve met interesting people and expanded my writing abilities, finished a book and had fun sharing my madness with the world. What I’m trying to say, is thank you, thank you for reading, thank you for your time, thank you for everything, you have all enhanced my life.
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When I was young, maybe eight or nine, I was hit by a car, I remember it vividly, I found looking both ways, time consuming when cars were fairly loud, I could hear them coming so why should I look I reasoned, other senses exist, we rely too much on vision. I was the kind of kid who tried to defy conventional wisdom and come up with more ‘efficient’ means of getting things done, unfortunately a newer model car was much quieter than the previous, so my personal radar was, subpar. It was as if something appeared out of nowhere, one moment I was walking, then a flash of red, not my blood, the color of the car, that metallic taste filled my mouth, it didn’t hurt, or rather, it hurt so much my mind blacked out that sensation, and then I was on the pavement, many times I went over that part in my mind trying to determine if I flew there from the force or stumbled backward in pain, but there I was on my back on the pavement, safe from other cars. The red car was gone, I never saw it again, to the best of my memory it did come back, but I wasn’t looking at it, I couldn’t look at it, though my memories of this event are disjointed each segment is vivid as if recent, yet still so fractured. That was the day I learned to listen to my instincts, but heed the advice of those around me, look both ways is very good advice, you can’t cheat the system. No matter how good my ears were, I still should have listened.
I want to feel like an adult, my age is now 22, that seems like a reasonable tone for that to happen. So here’s my plan to become an adult. I’ll clean my room two days out of the week I’m thinking wednesday or thursday and sundays. In addition I shall aren’t education once more. Signing up with a local university. Sacred Heart, very reputable establishment, hopefully the kind of place that makes an echo into a productive member of society. Also they have a pre vet program which leads me a step closer to my dream, so that’s funny too. I know it’s the responsible thing to do, but I’ve been too scared up until recently. Don’t misunderstand me, the fear hasn’t lessened in the least I’ve just decided to do this anyway. If you’re comfortable you’re not being challenged, and without challenge there can be no progress.
I am a creature of progress, that is why I must do this, that is why I am bound to move on, to go forth and test my metal. I ask without freedom in this regard as this is beyond choice, all I can do is bide my time by amusing myself until my craving for the next adventure overcomes, and it is overcoming now. And I am overcoming my problems soon. Stay tuned a me saga in the echo chronicles shall be arriving shortly.
Grilled by hunger the creature awoke all but mindless, requesting the meal promised centuries ago. He glided gracefully to the interlopers thinking they were servants. “I need to eat after a resurrection, did they not teach you anything before allocating this duty in your less than capable hands.” The being barked at them his eyes glowing red. The creature was too hungry to noticed the obvious mixture of fear and confusion evident on their faces. He raised his hand to strike them down, but then a memory of the distant past, he decided to ignore the two for a moment. Which was more than enough time to instill rage. “What have you done to my resurrection chamber the entire device is comprised, how can I return to my synthetic death once I’ve accomplished the eternal queen’s task?” He questioned, fury replacing hunger momentarily. “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Screeched the creature, its form warped into the shape of a large shadowy demon. One of the interlopers finally spoke, “we just got here, we don’t know what’s going on either.” The female one pleaded. The creature returned to its initial form and fell over. “In that case I’ll need you to bring me to the surface, I’m too weakened in my current state, but maybe we’ll happen across fresh fruit or something.”