Clyde's PatriarchI work everyday at the local newspaper. As a critic.
I sit in a room and type at my desk all day.
It's a fine job, but painfully dull...
And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
It's really the only time that I have to myself.
But I always start thinking about that time in my life; my childhood...
I look at the picture of my loving mother. My compassionate, perfect mom.
If she had been around would things have turned out the way they did?
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate
I still remember how terrified I was of him.
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
Life was horrible.
We were poor, the house was always... Cold...
And my father's eyes were blank
As he hit me again and again and again
Everyday it's like this.
He comes home either drunk, or angry. Or both.
It's getting harder and harder
Hero's DescentThere are two figures, both standing on a cliff, facing the worn desert terrain.
One is a youth, strong and fierce, with otherwise normal features. He wields a mighty sword as long as he is, and he wears a t-shirt with jeans.
The other is a tall man, handsome by anyone's standards with his long dark hair, and narrow face. He is brandishes no weapon, but he does wear an elaborate black and silver shawl over a thick and ornate black robe.
The youth, obviously tense, roared to the heavens, while the man stood facing away from him.
"I don't get it!" The youth shouted. "You're supposed to be the bad guy!"
"..." The man did not react.
"So Why? Why do I feel so sorry for you?" The youth pleaded. "I'm... I'm supposed to be trying to kill you..." The youth raised his free hand up to his face, and wiped away the tears that were forming. "But here I am, crying for you instead..." He choked back a sob and glared at the large man's back.
"How come you turned bad?" The youth hollered at the man. "I
Jerad's FriendHe always woke me up really early. Every time his mom would let him come over, he just barged right in and made me get up so we could play together.
He was always energetic like that. I guess that's why I liked hanging out with him so much.
The skies were pure and fields were green
The sun was brighter than it's ever been
His mom would always tell us to be careful, and I would always tell her not to worry.
She would still worry anyway. We were younger back then, so I suppose it was only natural for her to worry about us.
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny,
We were closer than any brothers that you ever knew
On any given Saturday, we would always be at the local park, playing with each other for hours on end.
In the summer time we even brought water balloons and waged war against on another.
Kenny would always win.
(That's because I always let him.)
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
When we weren't a
I always did like Spring over the other seasons.
Summer with it's waves of heat, never really suited me too well.
Autumn is very nice indeed, but the leaves are always a dead brown around The Mansion. It's a terribly depressing sight.
Winter is just cold. Add that to the fact that it is almost always night, and well, Winter is just as depressing as Autumn.
But not Spring. Spring is a wonderful time when the flowers bloom, and the winds start to change.
Ha ha. I always feel a little bit older and younger at the same time...
But it doesn't bother me too much. After all, if memory serves, many good things have happened in Spring as well.
I remember back a couple of years ago, when Jessica and Marc had that fight.
I was devastated when they both left, promising never to come back.
But they returned just two weeks before Spring ended. I was so happy. I don't think I was ever so happy.
It was also in Spring that I met Ashley and Nina.
My Loves... They never fail to put a smile on my f
Chaos Begets HarmonyThunder exploded. "Come, I have a story to tell you, while we wait for this storm to pass." The man who spoke was very tall, almost seven feet tall, and very thin as well. He stepped away from the cabin window and sat on the floor with two other people. As he sat, the glowing lamp illuminated his face, revealing the nasty burn scar across his right eye.
"Oooooh." The other, somewhat younger man said. He sat cross-legged on the floor, with two monochrome swords by his sides. He peered over to his side, where the third, much younger man sat. His black and white eyes playfully gazed at the boy as he said, "This is a good one, never gets old."
The boy rolled his amethyst eyes as he kept his arms crossed. He too had two monochrome swords, but both of his were on his right. His shoulder-length black hair swayed as he looked away from the bothersome man, ignoring him.
The older man cleared his throat. The others turned to him. Lightning flashed outside.
"There have been many wars on our world
0-0: James ColletteMarch 22, 2011
Now that my head has had a couple of years to clear, I would like to take this chance to... Recount the events from all those years ago.
I created him.
I don't know why I did. Probably just because he said I could.
I looked around, did some research. Mostly anatomy and biology.
It took a couple of days, but I did it.
Using a combination of an advanced medical magick, (note the k - really old school magic) alchemy, and some ninjutsu, I managed to create a human being.
From Nothing, I created Something.
He would call me big brother. It was the first thing he said.
Which was an amusing title for someone who was three feet shorter than him, and one hundred forty pounds lighter as well.
I named him Hugo.
He was later dubbed 0-1.
I created Hugo merely as an experiment, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Hugo was... Simple. He couldn't quite grasp certain concepts.
So he, for whatever reason, saw it fit to protect me. With his life...
He was missed, b