Isaac"Soon son, one day soon your father will be with us I promise this to you, I promise you that one day soon your dad will be back with you my little one, my little Isaac." Maria Isabel whispered rubbing her grown, stomach. Inside a child grew and nourished off of her waiting to greet the world, but he did not know the world had already look down upon him. She walked through the street collecting sneers and remarks from all around her. No one gave Maria pity, no one liked the child. The new title of the town whore was given to Maria for the child she carried proudly of a man no one met. They spoke in whispers around her ofIsaac
CentoWould it distract the young men if they realized I have seen the moment of my greatness flickerCento
From very indecision
Of a dream differed?
He thought he kept the universe alone; Much Madness is divinest Sense-
Going wild or just
A sweet disorder in the dress
It was the house that suffered the most.
And whispers to their souls to go
Listen! You hear the grating roar Though use make you apt to kill me
A long silent street
If a child or a young adult lay
Only the malignant shapes
To ask if there is some mistake
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Seth-5“Why’d you do it, Seth?”Seth-5
“What?” “Why did you act defiant?”
“Promise.”
“Who? Who did you promise?”
“You.”
“When?” “Conception.” Linda froze.
“You, you promised me then?”
“Yes.” She walked again.
“How?”
“Strange.” She fell silent letting Seth be quiet as he wished.
At the house she sat Seth down on the floor and he walked silent through the kitchen and out another door,
Double VisionThe man listened to the radio play softly in the background and looked across the bed from the end thinking silently. Slowly he stepped up on it and started to take the sheets off and soon he was down to the last sheet. He stopped and looked up at the fan, he raised an arm and spun the blades slowly with a soft force. He pulled the last sheet off and then stood looking down at the bed. The white mattress suddenly flashed and there lay a smiling woman and a laughing child. He watched the peace for some moments before the vision flashed again. Now two bloody bodies lay there, the woman and child. He shook his head and the mattress was it’sDouble Vision
| Thus far this is my most favorite section of Seth's chapter and he is my favorite character. He's a brother to me and his story is one of the most loving thing's I can do for him. Maybe later in his chapter I'll have another favorite section, maybe one of his loving exchanges with his twin. Expect this to change. |
| Okay so what do I say about myself seems so easy and yet still so difficult. I love to do many things my favorite must be writing although I doubt I'll ever get beyond my wild dreams and some publisher's rejection letters but I'll still hope and try. The best thing to describe me though would be a dreamer. I dream of so many things, things I think should exist but don't. Things I want to make true and as always the things that are silly and extensively wild. So in a sense I'm truly a mad scientist. So mad but still practical. Insane but still helpful. Hopefully, hopefully, one day I'll change the world for the better. |
Lazy 2
Lazy
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The writer is by no means the puppeteer, rather he is the puppet controlled by the masters, those involved in the tale he watches.
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The writer is by no means the puppeteer, rather he is the puppet controlled by the masters, those involved in the tale he watches.
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The writer is by no means the puppeteer, rather he is the puppet controlled by the masters, those involved in the tale he watches.
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When spring comes . . .
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The writer is by no means the puppeteer, rather he is the puppet controlled by the masters, those involved in the tale he watches.
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The writer is by no means the puppeteer, rather he is the puppet controlled by the masters, those involved in the tale he watches.
That's great! ^w^
By the way, I wish you a good evening (here, it's the evening ^^'
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