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Friday, November 30, 2012

Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 22: Dead? Or Simply Sleeping? Pt. 1

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'What’s your name?'

'Ben, you?'

'I don't have a name but you can call me friend, pal, the devil, I don't care. It doesn't matter.'

'The devil?'

'Sure, why not?' I thought to myself for a little while.

'I thought you were dead.'

'Me? Maybe I am dead. Maybe I was dead from the start. What does death even mean anyway? It really just means the absence of life and life just means the ability to grow and adapt. I’ve been the same way for years so maybe I am truly dead. Maybe you are dead too. You know, this world we live in is rather strange don’t you think? Things may be just as more complicated as you previously thought and maybe, just maybe, everything that you once knew was no more concrete as the thoughts in your head?' My life began to fall apart around me as everything I knew turned into glass. 

'Who are you really?' I had to at least know one thing for an assuridy. His look at me changed a bit then shook his head as if something was on him. 

'I’ve been watching you for a long time Ben and boy do you need some medical attention. I once lived in this mental hospital for a decent amount of time and there was a man there who is a lot like you. Maybe you should think about talking to him one of these days.'

'But I'm not mentally sick, all these weird events have actually been happening.' I said. 

'That’s what you think!' My friend paused and thought to himself for a minute or so. 'He has this theory, believes in it to the fullest actually, and from what I could understand is maybe, just maybe, we are stuck somewhere. Like this life isn't real, like we are in a deep slumber and we are waiting to wake up. I thought he was crazy at first but then it started to make sense. All the darkness and the carnage. All the delirium that pulses through our mind. In no way could this be real but then again I don't remember anything being any other way. Ben. I haven't slept for three years. Just every waking moment being some repetitious movement that we have rehearsed over and over. We aren't changing so we aren't living. We really could be dead!'

Everything made sense. The things I have been seeing, the things I do for no reason, the people around me. Just one big lie. I began to dig at my head with frustration and I started to yell at myself. Where am I? What's happening? Why am I here? I started to loose my grip of reality and I may as well have started to turn like my friend, insane. My mind started to wander and I spoke back. 

'You have been watching me?' I clenched my fists and my friend started to walk towards me. 
'Yes. Yes I have. And might I add about the things you do whenever you close your eyes. I always thought that something was wrong with me but when I started to watch you, boy was I wrong.'

 'What do you mean? What do I do?' The man started to laugh at himself and scratched at his head while he looked to his toes. 

'You kill people Ben, for little to no reason. You mutilate them and then you cannibalize bits and pieces of their body's   and then you bathe in their blood just to enjoy a stroll back home.'

'I don't do that. Besides, were just in some dream or afterlife right? No one can truly die.'

'Oh but they can Ben. As contradictory as it sounds, you can kill people here and where they go is beyond me but there is no turning back Ben. You get one life here as like everywhere else. You enjoy to watch the life disappear from someone's eyes and you laugh in there face.' I nodded no. I couldn't believe what he was saying--it couldn't be true

'I don't remember anything that could have happened, how could I?

'Are you ever truly asleep or do you just hand the reins to something else, someone more powerful than you. It just takes control when you don't pay attention and it commits the most heinous of crimes. You even killed a little girl Ben; you need to stop this before it takes control of you. You must fight it and stay awake before you wind up dead like everyone else.'

'So you have been the man I've been chasing?'

'What do you mean Ben? You haven't seen me till today, have you been chasing someone?'

'Yes!' I yelled. I fell to the floor with my hands on my head, rolling into a little ball just waiting for the world to pass me by. The man I was talking to stood over me and his shadow cast over my eyes and everything felt so narrow and dark. 'Have you seen that thing that has been following me? The darkness that's shaped like a man? He's always watching and consuming my thoughts; I can't rest with his thoughts in my head! He tells me to do things and I refuse but he just won't leave me alone. He's chaos! He's evil! He's-'

'The Wretched.' He interrupted me. 'You are seeing The Wretched and its not just one thing, it's many.'

'What’s The Wretched?' I asked. 

'The man who told me about The Wretched is the same exact man that told me about this place, the place were stuck in. He can help you, you should see him.'

'Where, where is he?' I stuttered. 

'He is in a mental hospital like I said before. A mental hospital that's on the other side of the ocean.' So I then got up from the floor and prepared myself for another journey, do something that I have never done before but then I remembered something, the reason I've been searching, Serenity. I turned around to face the man again and struggled to ask about her. What if I actually did do something to her? What if I killed her? I could imagine her now back in my apartment lying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, mutilated, torn into tiny pieces waiting for the rats to feast on her lifeless body. Why? How could I do such a thing?

'Is Serenity dead?' I asked. The man looked down to his feet again. Then looked back up to me. 

'I haven't seen or heard from her since she entered that one villa. I didn't dare to follow you into that building. That place isn't of good thoughts.'

'Good thoughts?' I asked. 'You are worried about good thoughts yet you get into sadistic torture?'

I don't know what you're talking about.' Things didn't add up, was he really unaware of what just happened or was he just stupid?

'The fight we just had, I beat your face up to pulp.' He looked at me blankly and smiled but it looked different this time, no evil could be seen--he had to be telling the truth. 

'I don't recall anything like that happening Ben, are you sure that it is me you are thinking about?' I nodded no in confusion. 

'I guess I am thinking of something else.' I thought to myself for a few minutes trying to make heads or tails of the conversation but I reached no turning point on the coin so it landed on its side perfectly. I couldn't make any sense of the situation and even worse, I was left more confused but I did know one thing, I was to visit the man who claimed to know what exactly was happening. From how it sounded he seemed to be confident like he was here when everything started but what do I know I've only stayed awake for a day or so. 

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Tuesday, November 27, 2012


The lonely watchman in his lighthouse,
never had a peaceful mind.
The lonely watchman was the reason for the light but,
he had picked a darker side.
The simple city was peculiar .
It was always a simple shade of grey.
But the lonely watchman and the fullness of his light he,
pushed the darkness all away.
He always hid all his daemons
as he stumbled on the ground.
The lonely watchman saw in the corner of his eye,
a pretty woman of the light.

Like a lamb to the slaughter,
he watched his body lay to rest.
Cigarette lit,
and his palms out,
waiting for his first damn kiss.
Till you showed him,
what he can be,
under his skin.

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Monday, November 26, 2012

The Child: Entry 35

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She might as well have cut all the way through her arm; white shined from the open gashes and it only took moments to realize that the white was bone. I looked back up to her and I noticed that she started to cry as her mascara and eyeliner began to smudge further down her face. She never returned her gaze to me though; her eyes were fixed on her open cuts. Even though it was very deep I couldn’t see any fresh blood pumping through her veins, everything was dry and empty, maybe her soul was too. 

'I never meant to cut this deep, it just felt so good.' She sighed. 

'Why aren't you healing up? Ville can do that. ' I asked. 

'The whole immaculation process is different for a woman than it is a man. A man has to make massive cuts through the center of the body but immaculation consumes men more than a woman. A woman only has to make a few smaller cuts because it doesn't consume us, it's more like a companion but since it doesn't fill our body, we don't heal as fast but we do heal faster than someone who isn't immaculated.'

'Why is it different like that?'

'There are many theories. Many say that when they see Wretched it appears that it's a woman and its kinder to her own gender but others say its because its a tolerance in our genes so we can have a natural childbirth. I'm not sure exactly.' I was staring at her wrists as she was talking and I could see muscles weave in and out of her arms covering up her bones. I responded. 

'Its not so bad, you don't have to cry, you're healing just fine.' 

'Its not that I won't heal it's that I promised my father not to go overboard. He warns me all the time that going to far will only get wretched inside of you that much more. I can't help it.' I heard a thump behind me and I turned around to see Emily's sister with a big piece of luggage right beside her. 

'You’re twins?' I asked. Both of them laughed as Emmanuel walked around me while placing her hands on my shoulders. 

'Of course we are sweetie, we couldn't have it any other way.' Emmanuel had a slight deeper voice than her sister and it looked like she was wearing the same kind of dress but it was red instead of white. Small cuts covered her cheeks all the way down her arms to her legs. 'You checking me out Emery?' Emmanuel giggled. 'You know. I like a man who knows what he likes and takes it.' Emily straightened out her back and started to walk towards me to grab my hand and pull me away from her sister.  

'We must hurry, before mother is finished with Ville. We need to get out before its to late.' Emmanuel sighed and nodded towards her sister and pointed to the luggage. 

'That’s for you Emery, it contains some clothes and various other objects.' I grabbed it and picked it up with my free hand as Emily was tugging on my other hand with all her strength. She stopped back at the elevator and pushed a button, which opened the doors immediately. Emmanuel followed us and took her position near my other arm in which was carrying the luggage. She pried it out of my hand to sit it on the ground next to her as she wrapped her body around my arm and pushed up against me—the same thing Emily was doing to my other arm and the elevator doors closed. 

When the doors opened again I realized that we were back on the main floor to see various vaulted ceilings and flying buttresses and red ribbons hanging from the ceiling. Both Emily and Emmanuel pushed me forward with their latches to my arms as Emmanuel grabbed my luggage but kept a tight grip on me. They both leaned into me as if they were trying to crush my core but as the time passed I could only feel homely. Passing several people they gave us odd glances and murmured with each other, for a second I could hear the word 'victim'.

These two beautiful girls could not have been leading me to my death but I can see why they think that way according to the Halstein's past. They were taking me to a place somewhere safe. Somewhere where nobody could find me. The floor turned into precise diamond shaped marble tiles and one of the girls feet echoed through the halls. Emily was barefooted but as I looked down to Emmanuel's feet, I noticed that she was wearing some fine black high heels. 

The place was well guarded from what I could tell, we passed several guard checkpoints before I even had the chance to see the front doors to the outside but as we grew near to one of the checkpoints the guards looked at us not even moving a step towards us. I guess if you are with family you aren't considered a threat. An entire wall of glass was now in front of us and I could tell that on the other side was the outside world. The sun busted through the panes and all I could see on the other side of the windows was white, the brightness of the sun. 

The air inside of the building smelt damp and rotten but when I was able to reach my head outside I could smell flowers and nice spring air. It was the end of winter when I first left my father, the ride on his Triumph was blistering with the ice-cold winds but now, now everything was warm and soft to the touch. Fine stone blocks lined the outside of the building and columns reached up a hundred feet high, water fountains and little rivers flowed around the tower and the grass was as green as anyone could imagine. Someone takes care of this place very well, like it was his only daughter, he loved it with every beat of his heart. 

We continued forward to cross over a concrete bridge and into a plaza, on the other side everything that was once vast and open crunched down to narrow alleyways of markets and tall business buildings. I could see that from nearly almost every building smoke and steam raised up to the sky and the greatness of industry took over. I looked behind me to see several tall skyscrapers towering up into the sky and long grass fields passed in between them and in front of me laid everything but peace.

'Nobody will find you in here Emery.' Said Emily. 'We will take care of you now and you will have a place to call your own I just ask you to do one thing.'

'What’s that?' I asked

'Never return to the capitol building no matter the cost, if you ever do it will become your grave.'

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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Spin and Shout

Starting in the next few months I am going to start posting a considerable amount of short stories throughout the upcoming year. At that time it would be a year since my last short story The Man Who Cured The World. If you know of my general themes and what I stick to I would also accept ideas or questions about the universe I am creating in my writing to write further into.

Additionally, on January 1st I will have a new chapter to every single one of my current stories. Those stories follow: First And Last, Listening For That Sweet Tune, The Child, -Somnia, It Happened On A Tuesday.

We spin,

and shout,

as we dance around the fire

I twist,

and turn,

as I search for words for you.

I try,

to tend,

to the broken hearted.

We sit,

and wait,

for the early departure.

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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Ballad of the Lost V. 2

I can see you. 
I can see right through the core of you.
I'll take you where you want to.
Like through the universe and back.
You can love me,
I can love you too.
You can lie in my bed.
I can smother you.

Now this holocaust of dreams,
sounds familiar to my ears. 
We are yearning for the cold.
We are yearning through the years.
I know you can see me,
through the corners of your eyes.
And I can stand tall,
while I wave goodbye. 

Torn thoughts deep.                             
within my head.                                       
So many people                                    
they don’t understand.                                 
You soon will. 
What makes me tick? 
Why do I press on?

I lost everything inside 
but I know what I want


Sitting right here, 
My wings will flutter

I need someone other, 
I need some lover. 

I’m waiting right here, 
now wasting my time. 

I want someone out there, 
I need someone out there.

Black and white angels,
so many dead end signs,
these thoughts and ideas,
they haunt my mind. 

Uncontrollable instincts,
have better days, 
I will lie no more of this now.

Sitting right here, 
My wings will flutter

I need someone other, 
I need some lover.

I’m waiting right here, 
now wasting my time. 
I swear I’m going crazy 
deep within my head.

Sitting right here, 
My wings will flutter

I need someone other, 
I need some lover. 

I’m waiting right here, 
now wasting my time. 

I want someone out there, 
I need someone out there.
I want someone out there, 
I need someone out there

Blackened hearts, 
intentional fear, 
I dreamt of this last night, 
and its real, its real.
Scars of the past deep within,
remembering nothing,
what I want to be.
I don’t believe I'll live this day, 
I'll continue anyway.

I'm not going to say I’m fine, 
because I’m so alone.

Sitting right here, 
My wings will flutter

I need someone other, 
I need some lover.

I was waiting right here, 
I just wasted my time

I wanted love, 
I wanted love.

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