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  • eagerheart 1d

    "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

  • eagerheart 3d

    In my kindness, I was crueler than the rest.
    ©eagerheart

  • eagerheart 4d

    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

  • eagerheart 7w

    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

  • eagerheart 8w

    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

  • eagerheart 8w

    Oh, the colors were pretty: browns and dark grays and blacks.
    ©eagerheart

  • eagerheart 8w

    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

  • eagerheart 8w

    Along with new hope, new nightmares were born.
    ©eagerheart

  • eagerheart 8w

    "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

  • eagerheart 8w

    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