This other me
"You seem upset." "I am upset." He sat down next to me. "Want to tell me about it?" I kept drawing on the ground with a stick. "No." "Why not?" "It's too mundane." "Mundane?" "It'll make me feel stupid to be so upset about something so mundane." He chuckled. "You're already upset." I looked at him. "I'm not telling you."©eagerheart
In my kindness, I was crueler than the rest.©eagerheart
A Cup Of Evil, Please.
I jumped out of the portal into the stream, and waded to my master's house on the other side. "Master!" I called, but he was nowhere in sight. Out of the corner of my eye I saw shadows gather and Nogard materialized himself. "Your master is not here." He said ominously. I stopped and looked at him. He seemed so excited to bother me, I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't give a damn. "Where is he?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" That's a lame phrase. "Just tell me where he is." He laughed evilly. "Relax, he's just out running some errands. I wouldn't hurt him… yet." Sigh. I pushed the door open into the cabin. I needed some tea to recharge my energy. "Hey! Wait!" Nogard called after me. "Don't you want to know where your master is?" "You already told me. He's running some errands." I sat down after serving myself a cup of warm tea and rested my feet on the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow at that. "And you're just going to believe me?" I tried to hold it in, but I yawned. I had been awake for three days now, the rocking chair was the comfiest thing I'd laid down on in a while. My eyes closed on their own. "Are you seriously going to fall asleep with your enemy in the same room?!" He said, aghast. I mumbled incoherent words. "What?" He asked. I mumbled again and turned on my side, my back to him.He sighed and for a moment everything was silent as I drifted off to sleep. I felt a blanket being laid on me before he left.©eagerheart
I was a very small child then, with wide dark eyes and a hunger for wild things. The Whispers of the trees used to edge on me as I ran barefoot through the forest's undergrowth. I remember acknowledging their requests to talk, tugging at me, insistent -- I declined every one of them. I liked to give them just one short second of I-might-just-- before running away through the forest, smirking, as if I liked to tease them. They never got angry at me though, rather, they grew even more insistent.©eagerheart
They tell us dozens of times but we never listen: we don't choose, it chooses us. You didn't choose the path of rage, rage chose you.©eagerheart
Oh, the colors were pretty: browns and dark grays and blacks.©eagerheart
I blinked. "It broke open." I said, surprised.Mark looked at me, then a smile brightened his face. "Really?"I smiled at his warm expression. "Yeah." Fuck, was I in love?©eagerheart
Along with new hope, new nightmares were born.©eagerheart
"Keep ingesting poison, die a premature death." He warned.I kept my annoyance at bay. In the first place, why did he assume that would be such an unappealing notion? Second, it felt like the statement was a bit wrong, it should have been more along the lines of: 'Keep ingesting poison, send everyone around you into a premature death.' Then it would be more accurate, and THEN I would actually give a care, except I wouldn't, because I hated people.I could keep ingesting poison and be just fine, the real problem was what I would do once the poison took complete control over my mind and destroyed whatever little resemblance of decency I had keeping me from actively incinerating everything and everyone around me.It had been a smart approach, to try and make the psychopath think the consequences for such actions would be her own death, except the psychopath in question was me, and he ran out of luck.©eagerheart
I stared blankly at the wall. Who even was I anymore? I no longer knew. I was someone I despised, that was for sure.I sighed. On the one hand I had the ideal way, I could fight against my evil nature and try to do the right thing no matter what. This option was the right option, even if it left me completely drained.One the other hand, I had the option to completely throw every notion of goodness out the window and just cave in to my destructive side, the side that wanted to watch the world burn and fall. The easiest option, if only I could let go of my conscience completely.©eagerheart
"Everyone dies." She said. "Everyone's stupid." He replied. The woman offered him a rueful smile."Why do you care?" She asked."Everyone's bloody dying." He passed both his hands over his face in frustration. "They're like bloody sheep walking to the fucking slaughter house." He said."So?" She took a sip from her coffee mug.He sighed and looked at her through his fingers. "It's just annoying." He said."Why?" She chuckled the word."Because..." He began but soon found himself at a loss of words.She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Someone's found his soft spot, it seems." She put her coffee mug down on the table with a soft thud. "Go help them." She said.He looked up at her confused. "What?""Go help them. If it bothers you this much go help them.""It doesn't bother me." He blurted. But she raised a mocking eyebrow at this.He groaned. "Ugh, you're insufferable." He said and got up.She looked at him annoyed. "Do remember that when you think of coming to my house again at 2 o'clock in the morning." She said back.He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, but he finally sighed. "I'm sorry Dalhe." He said "Thank you for having me at such an unholy hour. I promise it won't happen again-- well... it may happen again but..."She rolled her eyes, but ultimately gave him a smile. "You know you're welcome here any time Desmond." She walked to him and patted his shoulder in a comforting manner. Then she grabbed him by the ear. "Call me insufferable one more time though and we'll see how that goes."She dragged him to the couch by the ear and dropped him there. "Ow ow ow owww." He complained. But sat down obediently. "There was no need for that." He said. "I was already leaving." "No, you'll stay." She said. "Huh?" He grabbed his ear still confused. "And tomorrow you're going down to Earth." She turned around and headed upstairs, leaving him with a sore ear and a confused expression on his face.~©kaz1411
I was thirsty for change. So when change finally happened, even though it was objectively bad and painful, it was also refreshing.
The power of the words you don't mean.
I hate all of you, but I feel like my hatred is childish, and I hate you even more because of it.
I think I really missed today.
"You want to condemn yourself, sacrify yourself. You want to stand on that podium... and burn." He looked at her, his smile charged like a loaded gun. "And all for what? All for the small, simple pleasure of speaking one true word."©kaz1411
Maybe I'll just wander through life, like a tourist in a foreign land... watching people go about their daily life, work, traffic, market places and parks. Stopping by to breathe in the colors of a sunset I'd be seeing for the first and probably the last time, to pet a street dog sleeping on the pavement, to sit over a cup of tea with a random vendor and talk about religion and politics and her family. Maybe I'll own nothing, except my body, my emotions and my thoughts. And maybe I'll leave early... because I have other countries to explore.©whitewings
People like to call strong women as goddesses. Because that's how they want a strong woman to be... mythological, imaginary, non existent... except in fantasies. Someone who is, as well as isn't there. A soothing, calming, empowering dream... to give them courage and hope to escape grim realities. A strong woman cannot be a human. She's not supposed to be. Because humans speak. Humans feel. And humans have needs.©whitewings
I stand erased,like a painting that was hastily made.Parts of me completely removed,simply because the artist found them in poor taste.©whitewings
Everything that I've ever owned,owns me today.Every person, every emotionthat used to be a part of me,seems to overtake...my form, my silhouettes.I do not knowwhen did they become so powerful,when did I give my power away.I now hang at the edges,sit and beg at the gates...of the wallsthat I used to defineas my palace.©whitewings