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Unfinished: The Howling Flame.
08:01 Jun 15 2014
Times Read: 410

A.A.J.B.



"Nothing but weeds, of course!" I laughed. But then again, maybe I was tempting fate for not coming during the day. After all, coyotes are most certainty proven to be real. But so far it was just me up there. All alone! The only sounds I could hear were the crinkling of dried grass under my leather dress shoes and the now almost incessant sound of me tapping my flashlight in an effort to keep it on. "Should have gotten the name brand batteries," I muttered to myself as I kept walking. By the time I felt myself to be in the middle of the field, distant lights appeared and twinkled like stars on the blackened landscape. The lights looked like they could have been from either candles or lighters. Before the lights appeared, the only other light source was a small slit of the full moon just now coming out over the horizon.



"Kids," I sighed, annoyed. But of course, I had to venture out to the moor on Halloween night. As I walked a bit closer, my flashlight flickered more and more. I hit it once, and it ceased working. That is when more points of lit flame dotted the blackness up ahead. With no light source of my own, I decided to press forward to see if possibly I could get some kind of torch. Hell, even a lighter would help! As I got closer, figures started taking form out of the darkness. I noted that this gathering was the strangest party of teens that I had ever seen.



Traditional Jack-O-Lanterns and candles were lit while figures were crying at the moon, which at this point has came half way above the horizon. It was a deep red/orange color, like the dying leaves of trees during the fall. Taller, darker silhouettes seemed to taunt and scare the figures. I stood watching for a few moments to see exactly what was happening. Three minutes into watching, I felt someone seize my arm. I turned around quickly and saw a hooded figure wearing the most realistic mask I had ever seen. It had no eyes, and the effect of a decomposing face was captured perfectly. The figure itself even smelled like something rotten. However, I was far from amused.



"Let go of my arm, kid," I said, making a jerking motion.

"Leave," the figure hissed in a tone that made it hard to identify a possible gender. I laughed at them.

"Alright, kid. Take off the mask and cut the crap. I'm busy."

"LEAVE!" The figured growled louder, and an even more putrid smell wafted my nose.

Story: Drowning the Stone.
06:57 Jun 02 2014
Times Read: 426




Drowning the Stone.

By A.A.J.B.



-- For Leonila.



Unhappy, but for the most part happy it seemed. We hop! We crossed streets like skipping stones. We were known as Gypsy stones at the shelter. They marveled at the fact that we were painted from various colors. Sometimes our dark colors flashed though, but no one ever seen those. That secret void in our eyes kept ahead towards some unknown goal, a needed destination.



She is full of life,-- she's with life growing inside! But I see her slowly evaporating in the sun. Faith refills her with what it can. Her new life brings new hope to her small, crowding body. Me on the other hand wants to drown in the shallow river along the desolate skin of these drying banks. I hate these dirty waters, this small city! The ebb and flow drives her to stay close to me in fear. I stay strong when she fades in and out... She bathes in it. I bathe in it. At times you could compare it to a river of bile. We foolishly look for forgiveness in that bile. I know it will never wash along our skin. This water only irritates our wayward pain, the anger in our swollen veins. We sail like human bags weighed down by bad blood against the wind above those waters. Then we overflow at times, bleeding on the land paths, pooling in our hands.



Those who hate us drink it, caress it... They're in love with it.



Then I leave her in the rain one day. It beats against our black umbrellas, slamming into my failure, leaking over into her loneliness. I float wary through the hard drops landing on a city I never quite understood. I twist my ankle in a puddle a million miles away, and I realize then that I've failed a new life, and a good friend. This bone can fucking break now. And where is that river when I need to punish myself again, and again, and again?

Stream of Consciousness: Pride 3
06:14 Jun 02 2014
Times Read: 429

these burning bridges everywhere i turn i create a spark i didnt mean for them to burn but i couldnt stop myself after what was said after what was done to me and i never said it was easy ive burned my hands too and choked on the smoke but i had to inhale it i had to feel the skin on my hands crisp and bubble just to learn the kinds of ways humans hurt the things around them and i remember when i asked for guidance when i built and maintained bridges with my naive smiling face and scar laden hands that still hurt from the last time ive had to burn another bridge

Stream of Consciousness: Pride 2
06:05 Jun 02 2014
Times Read: 432

maybe im built to be hated in the eyes of their lord almighty what god makes such a creature for his beautiful subjects to hold in disdain like they do i only live and they seem to hate every aspect of my existence i slowly die in their eyes im made alone by default in this vastness of hate all created by the delusion of humans who chose to fear what they cant see and what they cant understand i suppose i cant be understood as well but that fear is irrational its made them into loathing creatures and i am not made into the likeness of their savior the one who is jealous like them all the one who hates the one who kills ive killed and i am hateful i am jealous yet im not allowed to feel as such if i kill i do with great reason as well as hate but jealously is an accursed taste how else are humans capable of being envious of those who have way less humans are indeed made in the likeness of god as they created god to be in their likeness and i dont worship humans