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Dear Agony - Chapter 3Anthem Of The Angels
"Chad!" Mark and Aaron both cry out as they run up and tackle him to the ground. They laugh and wrestle in the dirt. I smile a little; it's just like when we were younger. Tabitha has a smile on her face too. She does not need any form of sight to know what's going on.
"Hey Tabitha," I say as she looks up at me with her scarred eyes and smile upon her face.
"Hey Uncle Ben." She comes up to me, and wraps her arms around my chest tightly and gives me a hug.
"Hey quit hogging the kid." Mark comes over and squeezes Tabitha.
"Uncle Mark, I can't breathe," she gasps before Mark loosens his grip.
Aaron's annoyed grunts can be heard as he and Chad wrestle on the ground. "What have we told you about playing favourites hey Tabby?" he says just before Chad shoved his face in the dirt.
"And I think that means I win," Says Chad victoriously, getting up from the dirt, and then coming over to give me a hug. "God I missed you guys."
Aaron gets up from the ground and
Dear Agony - Chapter 2Dear Agony
I open my eyes and I see nothing, but everything. The things in front of me are the feelings they make on my skin, the smell they release to my nose, and the sound they call out to my ears.
But things that shouldn't be known are clearer to me. Things that want to stay hidden, forgotten... lost. I see those. Though, they aren't as they once were either. This sight too, has been damaged.
I still remember the days of seeing, the days of seeing all. Everything was mine to see, from the past to the future, the lies to the truth. Every second of every day my mind was flooded with sights. To the point where I would sometimes find it hard to tell what world I was living in. It was all the same.
People didn't like the fact that I could see these things. See their lies. For we live in a world that is built around lies. They are all fabrications and imaginary unless you actually know the truth, and that's the way people like it. That's why they decided to make me blind to the wo
Dear Agony - Chapter 1Hopeless
I look out over the hills and cannot help but be blown away by how beautiful this world really is. The hills reach the sky, the trees grow as wide as houses, and the water is always sparkling clear as it follows the river's path. The sky's only company are birds that soar overhead. There are creatures, both gentle and vicious, but that is just the natural order to life. I can see the magic that runs through the very land beneath me.
The towns are simple places, nothing fancy, just homes made of things we have scavenged to keep the rain off our heads. We used to have great cities made of stone back in the days of the Bloodlines, but now they stand in ruin, just another place for the moss to grow upon. The Bloodlines died off years ago.
The time of the Bloodlines was the beginning of this world's history. They inherited the inner magic of the land, and became great magicians who ruled our world. They spent 400 years fighting, trying to find the strongest, thoug
A Harsher WorldI wake up, small stones as my pillow, dirty clothes my only warmth, and the world is the same as it was yesterday; hard and cold. The Earth as we all came to know it, is but a distant and memory, which we try to forget because of the sadness it brings.
It was when the Dark Ones came that we got banished to this pain filled world of torment. Attacking us from every side, setting fire to everything in sight, and sucking life away with their bare hands, no one was spared.
They came on their horses of black velvet, under the blood red moon. They were armed with giant swords forged from a material no one can identify, and were accompanied by giant wolves, teeth bared, and human blood dripping from their mouths.
All anyone could hear was the sound of screaming; people crying out as their life was ripped away from them, animals as they felt pain they couldn't even fathom. Mighty trees cried out as they got set aflame and turned into ashes, becoming as small as the tiny seed they once were.
MoneyDo you know what this is?
A necessity in our life, so that we can get by. A thing that can bring us joy, but can also be cause us great anguish. It can complicate and solve. It could be something very common, but also seldom seen.
Do you know what this is?
I Don't BelongI join in, but I don't fit.
I talk back, but I am quiet.
I go along, but I don't want to.
I look relaxed, but I remain tense.
I seem fine, but I don't belong.
Childhood MemoriesI sit in my room, with my photo albums scattered around me. Each one of the pictures within holds a story, each its own tale. Some meaning more than their standard one-thousand words, because they hold in them the memory of someone I held very dear to my heart, someone I wish was still in my life today.
I reach over to the box, which is the prize of all my possession. I flick the latch and lift the hard wooden lid. Inside lays an old camera and my favourite photos.
The camera belonged to my father, the photos taken by his hands. To me, looking at each one of them was like looking at things, long since passed, through his eyes. You could tell he loved what he was doing, because each image was full, and brimming with life.
I loved my father. He was my family, my friend, my teacher... my hero. He single handedly introduced me to all the things that have shaped my life. He also took pictures so that I could never forget.
As I look through each photo, memories take shape in my mind. Like th
Its RainingThe earth is dry. I look at it sadly from my window. The world outside holds no interest to me or to anyone else right now. Who wants to go out and be burnt by the sun, just for some dry skeletons? It has been like this for a while now. I gave up praying for rain long ago. I think the earth did too.
It's dry. Dry on the outside and on the inside. Both worlds are missing their rain. Their reviving life force. How long ago since we received it now? Too long.
It's dry. People, when they write, sing, speak, always seem to be looking for the sun. That big blinding, burning ball up in the sky to guide their way, to show them just a ray of hope. I do not feel that way, and I do not think the earth does either. We know we need it, and would not have it any other way. But we need the rain too. We can't just have it one way or the other.
It's dry. It has been longer than I can remember, and it does not seem to be changing anytime soon. I have fallen into the repetitiveness of everyday, accepted
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