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The labyrinth was pitch black, and cold as ice, but neither mattered too much. Clyde had lost the benefit of light and warmth when he lost his body. He could no longer recall how long ago that had been, nor how wonderful the sun’s light had felt in those days. All he knew now was the terror and agony of a million deaths.
Somewhere in the tight twisting corridors, the beast hunted. He could hear it coming, tirelessly searching for him and devouring everything in its path. It had already found his brothers, as well as his sister, and he had never imagined that one could be so afraid of death even as a spirit.
Turning a corner somewhere in the far edges of the endless maze, he came to a halt, face to face with the nightmare that had stalked him for ages. He tried to run, tried to flee, but his intangible, invisible legs moved as though in a dream, floaty and drifting. Behind him, the eyeless beast opened its enormous gullet, ready to consume what was left of his spirit, for what seemed like the millionth time. And all the while, it made that terrible guttural noise:
“WAKA-WAKA-WAKA-WAKA...”
Somewhere in the tight twisting corridors, the beast hunted. He could hear it coming, tirelessly searching for him and devouring everything in its path. It had already found his brothers, as well as his sister, and he had never imagined that one could be so afraid of death even as a spirit.
Turning a corner somewhere in the far edges of the endless maze, he came to a halt, face to face with the nightmare that had stalked him for ages. He tried to run, tried to flee, but his intangible, invisible legs moved as though in a dream, floaty and drifting. Behind him, the eyeless beast opened its enormous gullet, ready to consume what was left of his spirit, for what seemed like the millionth time. And all the while, it made that terrible guttural noise:
“WAKA-WAKA-WAKA-WAKA...”
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reflective
One minute you will stand watching prior moments drift past your fingertips on kite strings. You will think, I could not have known such things would fly away. You will think, I was happier tied to such fragments of time. You will think, My heart sang for lack of knowledge. My heart leapt for ignorance. Witness now--the mouth of a tunnel, think then on the other end. Close your eyes and fall backward, into the shoes of former selves, envying their blindness to this present. Linger. Then lean back into reality-- your future shouldn't need to wander forward alone.
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Crushing Fate
The piercing arrow went straight through your heart Hope’s pulse was great in defeat To revel no longer Lost in the storm Of passion, we tear up The darkest will rise again Forget it all, Never again to See the sunrise Lose what you hold most dear How could we Strike back? We fight Without hope And no longer Fearless Because, it spread out, encompassing hope And this chapter came to a close We were drenched in burning despair Then were pushed down by this crushing fate Reverse the clock, Turn back the page Oh, sacred song, Unlock this cage And we pushed back, crushing fate And are dead set on burning despair Every soul starts drawing close To that matchless, encompassing hope Fearless And no longer Without hope We fight Strike back! How could we Lose what we hold most dear? See the sunrise, Never again to Forget it all Lost in the storm of passion We tear up the darkest will Rise again The piercing arrow went straight Through your heart
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sometimes i am
sometimes i am a little bird singing to you from a wooden box fragile colorful and small sometimes i am a roaring river carving my way through the earth wild foaming and reckless. sometimes i am stained glass pieces of a shattered church window broken sharp and scattered. and sometimes i am only bones water and atoms and i do not know what to make of myself.
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*Flash-Fic-Month July 24, 2013
Challenge: Fan-Fiction
Sorry, no AJM today. Challenge was to write a piece of fan-fiction from anything.. I spent a while thinking about all the different shows and books and movies and games that might be fun, but somehow, Pac-Man just seemed like the logical choice. I think far too many people take into consideration how terrifying that game actually is. He EATS fucking GHOSTS, bro.
Tomorrow, we will return to your regularly scheduled program.
Challenge: Fan-Fiction
Sorry, no AJM today. Challenge was to write a piece of fan-fiction from anything.. I spent a while thinking about all the different shows and books and movies and games that might be fun, but somehow, Pac-Man just seemed like the logical choice. I think far too many people take into consideration how terrifying that game actually is. He EATS fucking GHOSTS, bro.
Tomorrow, we will return to your regularly scheduled program.
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Genius, you are! I chuckled out loud at that last line, and i haven't done that to a piece of literary work in a long time….
Thanks for the laugh, i needed that!
Thanks for the laugh, i needed that!