Puppy Killer

I'm a nice guy once you get to know me.

The Forest Aches

As our company walked, we found a grotto south of the unexplored region of the continent. The men and I walked for hours through thick green waters and suffocating humid heat before coming across the strangest sight. In the center of the clearing lay a lion cub, maybe 4 or 5 months old, it was just a baby. As I saw the beast I took it as a sign from God, it was majestic. Its golden fur was perfectly maintained, a shining sleek and shimmering golden coat that seemed to dance like wildfire in the light. Surround the cub's home was a sense of calm, the bugs were quieter and the biting stopped, the humidity was surprisingly tolerable for the first time since setting foot in the marsh. We sat down to rest almost immediately, and as I took a sigh of relief at our chance for rest, the cub opened its eyes. They shone the most brilliant shade of gold I have ever seen. They possessed a sense of road worn wisdom about them, but all at once appeared so youthful, so full of passion and excitement. Him and I locked eyes and it began walking over to me. I felt no fear as the cub grew closer to me, he walked so calmly, so precisely, so elegantly to me. I was awestruck by his lack of fear. He approached close enough to touch and I slowly extended my hand for him to sniff, the cub walked right past it and pressed itself against me, he was so warm, his breathing so calm. I pulled my hand back and began gently petting the creature, I could see its eyes close as it relaxed further in my lap. I reached my hand to the cub's neck and carefully snapped it . He would look so beautiful mounted above the commander's wall with our other trophies.

Why I loathe public transportation with an undying passion

I miss my family. The trip home is taking to long. My aunt misses me, and I miss her. She's such a sweet woman, probably lonely right now without me. My uncle stays out to late and drinks to much to make good company in the evenings. He has never hurt her, but a drunk is only good company to his kindred. I haven't been on the bus terribly long but long enough to notice that tingle across my feet from the metal floor. The man sitting in front of me seems to have a fever, he keeps hiding his face, peering around, almost scared. I hope he is alright, I may approach him later, though you can never be to careful nowadays.

Act 4 (Revision) (The Heartless Bastard Take II)

I'm screaming on the inside. Help me. It all hurts. I can't feel my heart. I can't feel my limbs. I can't feel my soul.

Why was I born?

Out of impulse.

The Heartless Bastard

What would you do, if the world stopped caring about you? Would you just sit there, like a bump on a log? Would you rust and wither away? Perhaps you would try damn it, would you fucking try to free yourself from that fate? Maybe you would do what many do...pray someone comes along and saves you.

Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe you will owe your soul to whoever saved you and you will have to lay down your life to repay them. Who knows...

The Idiot (Take Two)

I am so high right now.
Caw. Caw. Caw.

The Idiot.

I wake up and reprise. From the endless stream of the unknown comes tumbling down a lost young boy. He looks around his new world and he sees a glint, a shimmer, a shine, a shamble and his shame at what's to come.

"What is to come?" the littlest boy asks himself.

He does not know.

Shhhhhhhhh! We shall not tell him today.

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It remains fun this way. I promise you that much, on my life.