Where there once was a person, there is a hole. The space she had filled is empty. The energy she had exerted has ceased to exist. That uniqueness of her individuality is nothingness. Her heart has finished, her breath halted. Her thinking, feelings - swept away into the memory(more) of God.
On the ride home, the stars were so bright. The moon was so full. I rage, how dare it be such a pretty night? (less)
my bones ache for you.
Not so much in longing, but in compassion,
because I know after a ten-hour day of logging in the California wilderness,
after ten hours of coping with destruction, of being the angel of death for those mighty, innocent, beings,
I know you're tired.(more) I wish I could give you my liver.
Your body has been pushed to the brink by this despicable society,
this fucking machine no one knows how to stop.
We sing anthems to it like it isn't killing people,
like that old dead song will somehow reverse the damage.
But there's no magic anymore,
not in Cadmium poisoning, Benzyne and Arsenic contamination,
not in war or promises of a selfless heaven.
We've outgrown these myths,
we can see for ourselves, now, the heavy-metal reality of our mistakes,
the puppeteer has revealed herself, and we can't afford pretending anymore.
My bones ache to feel your calloused hands
and see those worn-out boots again.
I would give you my liver in a heartbeat.
I know you're tired.
Maybe tonight you'll get home,
take off your boots and gloves,
have a cigarette,
Rest your body and soul, love. Tonight will be such a pretty night.(less)
The stars glimmered overhead, each seeming to sing their own song. But the song fell upon deaf ears.
I was too preoccupied with the black marble gravestone, with a name written upon it in gold. I was sitting next to it, thinking about the person buried beneath.
My head(more) tilted back until I was looking at the sky. The night really was beautiful.... just like it was on the night that it happened...
I ran my hands over my eyes. It really wasn't healthy to keep dwelling on the past like this. I stood, brushing the dust off of my pants and turning away from the gravestone.
The stars continued to glow, but I wasn't paying attention to them anymore. I had a distinct feeling that I wouldn't appreciate them for a while.
I watched my friend walk away from my fake grave. It almost killed me to not be able to run up and say something.
"Guess what, I'm still alive!"
Part of me knew that that encounter wouldn't go over so well for either of us. I would probably end up with some sort of facial injury and my friend might not even want to acknowledge my existence any longer.
For now, it was better that the world thought I was gone. That was the only way to solve the problem.
The final problem.(less)
The wind whips softly through his hair, blowing the open edges of his coat back and making his scarf wave and twist. He steps forwards, and an cold updraft hits him.
Up in the sky, the stars twinkle, the moon shines brightly, and the lights of the city glow(more) all around the horizon.
Its very pretty. So bright and lively, calm and peaceful. Below, a car honks, a door slamming shut. He looks over the edge carefully. It's his friend, out on such a lovely night.
His friend looks up, spots him on the rooftop, and yells. The night wind blows the voice away from him, and the words never reach his ear.
Such a quiet night. Really very peaceful.
His phone rings in his pocket. Below, his friend is frantically racing for the door to the building, a phone in his hand.
He takes his phone out calmly and answers it.
Static, and heavy breathing, and the thud of shoes on stairs. His friend pleads with him, his voice cracking.
He hangs up the phone. Tonight is so pretty, it would be a shame to ruin it. He steps to the edge of the building again, looking over. A couple walks by, and a mother with her small child. They're out enjoying the night as well.
He takes a deep breath- in, out, in out- and turns around, part of his shoe standing on thin air.
The door to the roof bursts open. His friend comes out, breathing heavily and yelling.
He falls backwards, and his last thought is
Such a pretty night...(less)
Do you see it? The glistening stars above you, twinkling against dark violet skies. Do you feel the breeze running through your fingertips as you walk ever so slowly? You do. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. The quiet. The only sound you hear are the footsteps(more) you make as you gingerly crunch through grass.
You feel something behind you. Quickly, you open your eyes and reach out to your belt. You mouth a few words under your breath, and the beautiful world you see before you shimmers a little. You narrow your eyes, tracking the sound with your eyes. Within minutes, the shimmer in the surroundings crack and and explosion of dark yet vibrant colours consumes you.
You have no time to shield your eyes as the thing leaps up on you. As quick as lightning, you unsheathe your blade from your belt and swipe at the thing. It gurgles as your blade hits its arteries, and before you know it, it dies. A few more swarm in after you, squeaking noisily. You don't spare them much; after all, they could kill you as easily as you could kill them.
The world you see is now different than what others see. This world is more gloomy. Acid-stained grass, toxic-sludge clouds against dark orange skies that threatens to rain. You hate this world; it feels noxious and depressing. But it is your burden to shoulder as the Gatekeeper.
Such a pretty night it turned out to be, you think as you run through the grass in search of more things to kill. After all, the best part of this is to eliminate wandering creatures. You smile. It is a pretty night after all.(less)
The Auctioneer said. "Here we have real pretty night stand , it's a true antique, it has been at the bedside of Presidents. Movie stars , Kings, it has 2 drawers and a secret compartment". "Ill start the bidding at $500 a few other things you should know nobody has opened th(more)e secret compartment , it may have a fortune in jewels or money, and one other thing THIS NIGHT STAND IS ALSO A PRETTY DAY STAND".(less)