Author's Note: I love fire, so it was only a matter of time before a piece like this came about.
The flames begin their dance with death as the paper gently ignites. They duck around the logs and race to the kinlien. With a whoosh of fire the entire pile goes up in flames. What began as a gentle creature suddenly becomes less friendly as it grows hungrier and hungrier, as it yearns for more wood. But sadly it does not last for in its hunger it ate the logs all to quickly and collapsed into oblivion.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Journal Entry: Road
Author's Note: Again this is one of the many pieces where I'm not quite sure where it came from. I am a mystery to myself.
The road splits in front of me, with one side a barren wasteland full of hostile people and animals and the other a beautiful small town nestled in the mountains. I know that I must make a decision, so I slowly walk to the wasteland for I know I can never find happiness in comfort, and so with my choice made I walk into the desert, my home, because Mother Nature designed a restlessness in me that cannot be stilled. My nature demands of me to fight to survive, I need the hunger in my belly and the thirst in my throat for me to truly exist.
The road splits in front of me, with one side a barren wasteland full of hostile people and animals and the other a beautiful small town nestled in the mountains. I know that I must make a decision, so I slowly walk to the wasteland for I know I can never find happiness in comfort, and so with my choice made I walk into the desert, my home, because Mother Nature designed a restlessness in me that cannot be stilled. My nature demands of me to fight to survive, I need the hunger in my belly and the thirst in my throat for me to truly exist.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Judgement Day
Author's Note: In my mind this may have already started. Where I pull this from I have no clue.
Man will try to run but it is for naught, for none shall escape Mother Nature's wrath. She will purge itself of the plague that is man. We pocket her seamless surface with buildings and such but she cannot hold our teeming population and will strike us down like the vermin we are. The withering storms brought down from the north will bring man to his knees. The seas will then rise and swallow every man, woman, and child. But when the dust settles a new species will become the champions of Earth. When Judgement Day comes the era of man will fall.
Man will try to run but it is for naught, for none shall escape Mother Nature's wrath. She will purge itself of the plague that is man. We pocket her seamless surface with buildings and such but she cannot hold our teeming population and will strike us down like the vermin we are. The withering storms brought down from the north will bring man to his knees. The seas will then rise and swallow every man, woman, and child. But when the dust settles a new species will become the champions of Earth. When Judgement Day comes the era of man will fall.
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