The journey had been long - lifetimes even; but now the man stood on top of the mountain, arms raised upwards to the sky. Scattered about were maps, cryptographs, codexes, and clues. And now he was ready to leave.
(more) He just didn't know how. And so he sat down. He fell asleep. The wind blew, but the sun also shined.
In his dream, he left his body. He watched as it faded away on the mountain far below. His essence spread through the sky, across the plain, and into the city. He was everywhere and everyone at once.
The sky was bright with color; purple, red, blue, yellow, black, white, and green. He felt himself stretch across time and move across the moment infinitely.
And then he felt another being. An idea. Enter the void, it said, and we will guide you. Come with us. Come with us. Come with us. Come with us. Come with us...
The voice was echoing as he awoke. He stared down the mountain. He stared at his books and tools. And then he knew exactly what he had to do.(less)
it's driving me insane.
the voices, they scream;
louder and louder.
with each breath i take,
(more) "come with us," they whisper;
they force me against my will,
dragging me across the dirty floor,
taking me into what they call home,
what i call hell.
where am i?
can anyone hear me?
Ricky was sitting on the curb in front of his new middle-school in Long Island. It was hot and he was wearing shorts and Mongoose racing tshirt. His backpack was full of heavy books that bored him and slowed down his movements. The school's bus drivers went on strike(more) at lunch stranding hundreds of kids. Ricky called his father twice from the office and was still waiting 2hrs later. A blonde boy Ricky recognized as a neighbor was sitting next to his father. They kept looking at Ricky while he reorganized sticks and rocks with his toes. "Hi, I'm Greg this is my dad, didn't you just move in down the street? Don't you have a big golden retriever?" Ricky looked up at him, "Do ya'll work for the FBI?" Greg smiled at Ricky, "No my dad is an electrician." Ricky looked relieved and disappointed. "We were waiting to see if you needed a ride... it's been two hours since school got out." Ricky knocked over some rocks and snapped a twig with his fingers. "My dad's on his way."
"Never get in a car with strangers," they tell you.
At this point hunger, thirst, and boredom had Ricky ignoring that advice. You guys have any animal crackers? We do at our house Greg beamed.
Ricky followed them to their Dodge minivan with fake wood panels and faded-blue-paint. He hopped in and "buckled up." They drove all of 15 minutes through lush trees and manicured lawns. The ride was quiet and when they pulled into his driveway he was almost surprised they didn't kidnap him. His father's station-wagon in the driveway. Inside, his father was eating at the table with a chessboard of empty beer-bottles. Ricky eyes streamed tears, he tried to yell but only croaked an unheard "Fuck-you dad."(less)
The tired pirate stood at the dock, her auburn curls whipping at her face; the tide was in, and soon the ship would be out, leaving her behind. "Come with us," pleaded the crew.
A small smile tempted her full lips upward, and she shook her head. At(more) her side, a small boy stood, tugging at her cuffs. "I can't," she said quietly, looking down at her son. "I have a life here; he deserves a mother."
The crew understood, and the captain, a well-weathered man in his 50s, nodded. "O' course he does," said he from the gangplank. With a few slow steps and paired knocks of his pegleg against the wood, he moseyed back aboard the ship, turning to look back and wave. "Take care of yourself, Audrielle," he said, breaking into a broad grin. "We'll be back in three moons to tempt you back into the seas."
A soft chuckle fell from Audrielle's lips, and at the behest of her son, scooped him up into her arms, nuzzling him with her nose and eliciting a squeal from the boy. "I don't think anything will ever tempt me back into the seven seas," she said to the captain, but kept her eyes on her son. "I will never leave this beautiful little boy again."
The captain continued to grin, and the rest of the crew milled about, getting ready to set sail. One last "Hip hip" was shouted for Audrielle's benefit, and she and her son waved bon voyage as the ship - A massive frigate named Leviathan's Bane - left port.
She was right, though: she never left her son again.(less)
She had these minute voices,
That would whisper in her mind,
“Come with us,
Be in peace.”
But she didn’t want to hear them,
She just wanted to be normal,
(more) Why couldn’t the voices just leave her alone?
There were far too many say-sos in her life,
Telling her to do,
And what not to do,
It had made her ponder the thought,
That she was a doll,
Trapped in a story book,
The voices narrating,
But of course that is quite a silly idea,
Is it not?
How inane it must be,
To let the words of others,
Guild the path you take,
How very puerile indeed. (less)
Winry tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Edward sat in the chair next to her, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted forward as he dozed. He was exhausted - not in nearly as bad a shape as(more) Alphonse (and his automail was even intact, she should be proud of him), but he was still beaten up, white bandages stark against his tan skin and bright hair.
He had greeted her as he always had, and proceeded to doze off in the chair next to her while they waited. He knew she intended to take them both home to Resembool; that had always been the plan. Their home was in Resembool, with Winry and Granny Pinako - even if the plot of land was overgrown with weeds and wreckage, it was still their home.
Alphonse was going - she knew he was, the absolute relief in HIS eyes when he saw her spoke volumes - Winry cried into his shoulder for almost twenty minutes, simply happy to see him intact for the first time in years. They were going back to Resembool together.
She wasn't sure. There was something different in his eyes now, something she had never seen before and wasn't sure how to deal with. He looked the same, the same weary grin, the mocking flinch when she smacked him, even the way he was sleeping now, feet sprawled out and chin on his chest.
Winry sighed, and looked up at the clock. There was no reason for Edward not to go back with them. True, the military was a mess right now, and the entire city was in upheaval but they had accomplished their goal. Alphonse was restored.
There was a fire.
Men and beast burned, buildings collapsed, worlds ended. A little flame was all it took. A spark, haphazardly flicked to a mound of hay. Deft hands sliding shining steel along a worn flint.
"Come with us," the voices had said.
"Come with us." It rolled around in my head endlessly to the beat of my headache. Come with us, come with us, come with us. I was lying half off a tiny bed. My eyes opened to a pock marked symmetrical square of an office ceiling? Someone was next to me. I tried(more) rolling, but they were pressed up against me. I shifted awkwardly centimeter by centimeter until I could comfortably get my right shoulder down and my head turned. Oh. Daphne. Oh my head punded. I placed a damp palm to my forehead. There was something there. It felt like a dry blob of vomit? Did someone throw up on me? I nudged my sleeping friend. "What happened?"
"Shhhhh." She snatched the pillow out from under head, turned to the wall and covered her face with it.
I had to try and get up. I had to see what was on my forehead. I started by bending my right leg bracing myself with the left that was glued to the floor. A dull ache ran through both thighs and down to my calves. God, what did we do last night? I used the side of the bed to prop myself up onto my elbows. A wave of nausea and spinning filled my pounding head. I fell back onto the bed. Ok, second try. Leg, then very slowly to elbows. I creeped up to full seated position and exhaled. Ok. Now to the bathroom. I swung my right leg to the floor and planted it next to the already stable left. I rose and took a beat before trying an unsteady step. I circled my shoulders back and arched slightly, stretching my uncooperative muscles. I shuffled to the bathroom to meet the dark scab on my forehead. (less)
'Come with us. To the world where marriage is still sacred and not conducted merely for lust.'
Yall might consider me as one narrow minded bigot or one devilish bastard, but, I absolutely disagree with the legalisation of LGBT.
To me, LGBT is merely mental disorder. Liking(more) someone of the same sex does not necessarily mean that you love them to death and such. Having the tendency of dressing or acting, or even living like the opposite sex. Or even worse, feeling interested, attracted to both sexes. Those are mere mental disorders! Even if you are experiencing one of those, your BRAIN is yours to control. Your brain is the centre of everything, your feelings, your uncontrollable heartbeat, etc, you can control it.
Only if you want to.
I read a blog post which stated the same thing. And the blogger stated that 'everything, even good things, if done without limit, will end up bad'. And I believe that the gay marriage, is one good thing that has already exceed the limit.
Gay people can live together, relationships are okay. But bringing the whole thing to marriage level, and even worse, to legalise it, I think we all must re-evaluate and rethink the definition of 'love' and separate it with 'lust', people.
It is not about self denial. It is about self control. By forcing ourselves to not to be romantically attracted to the same sex does not necessarily mean that we deny ourselves; being ungrateful to God for what He made us become. It is, about self control.
'Come with us. Come to our world where marriage is holy and sacred.'(less)