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Joined December 2021

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A Shot in the Dark
What looks to be a perfectly serene schoolhouse can become hell in an instant. One would assume it is because a child is throwing a tantrum, the children are collectively loud, there is no control amongst them. Rarely, it is the adults in the room that are suspected of creating the chaos. Children are our future, but they are also our demise one man thinks to himself. Who is this man they ask? Seeing him before, he is not a school official. Surely, he is someone trusted enough to be on school property. That is until the children realize that this adult is not safe and pulls out a semiautomatic weapon in attempts to kill them all execution-style.
By B23 days ago in Fiction
My Child
If walls could talk, they would tell the story of a childhood better than the child could. The walls of this childhood home had seen it all. Every sharp perspective the child shied away from, in what seemed to be a never ending repetitive cycle the child could not escape, they bore witness to everything.
By Babout a month ago in Fiction
New Depths
I walked into the aquarium halfheartedly. It was just going to be another day of wandering about life. There was no darkness here to the naked eye though. The aquarium is full of light, and depths already known to man. Water here travels nowhere as far as the oceans. This is used as a place of escape and wonder for humans. Unfortunately, the life inside these walls knows nothing of those things. Does the lack of those two aspects in one's life lead to a feeling of being lost?
By B4 months ago in Fiction
The Return of Darkness
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This flicker of light had drawn a camper away from their tent in the woods. Like a moth drawn to a flame, the camper moved closer and closer to the light until they were nearly on top of the cabin. There was no sense of danger from what the camper took in around them outside of the cabin. Unbeknownst to what was inside, the camper cupped their hands to place them on the glass and peer beyond the flame. The camper could not tell what was inside the dim-lit room. They would have to enter to find out.
By B9 months ago in Fiction
Taking the Plunge Together
Dying would not be in vain if we found a purpose in the face of death as we do in the realm of life. We all awaited the same fate anyways before stepping onto this boat. One by one we would die never knowing when the exact day would come. The Grim Reaper held open our coffin door to us regardless of our status. Perhaps the rich thought they could live forever, which is why they were sent into such a frenzy when the announcement was made. Expressions on the faces of everyone around me varied: disbelief, horror, shock... Alas, there were few appearances conveying acceptance. Greener pastures were promised to us on the other side of this voyage, but we would never know them to be true. These boasts about the great unsinkable ship were hearsay as well. We had all chosen to believe at the purchase of our tickets.
By B11 months ago in Fiction
I Only Have a Memory of Love
"Are you awake?" He takes his cupped hand to my upper arm as I lay facing inwards on the sofa. His grasp isn't strong enough to leave marks under my thinned t-shirt sleeve. I hear every word he is saying as clear as day, but I dare not do anything to alert him of this. As he pushes my body forward to test how asleep I actually am, I allow my body to rock forward and back graciously in his grip. He accepts this display of the stillness of life as his answer. Drunkenly sauntering towards the stairs, I do not expect him to turn back. I open my eyes to the blackness. I'll stay alone in this living room for tonight, just as I've truly lived alone in his house for what feels like a century now.
By B12 months ago in Fiction
A Wilted Flower
War is to men what a bouquet is to women. Men pick fights until a war is unleashed on those around them, using their ego to defend their actions as the dead pile up. While women pluck flowers from the ground to be thrown together in a vase, their actions are no less senseless. The dead obviously equate to more than those precious flowers. However, in all senses, nature is still disturbed. Mind, body and soul are inflicted upon. Humans self-inflict these wounds without so much as a second thought. One flower plucked in a vase would suffice if not for greed. Perhaps, we will keep gathering flowers and the dead as trophies. In the eyes of a king, it is a masterpiece and a tragedy. What occurs for those simply wilted in the field?
By B12 months ago in Fiction
Women of the Pandemic
It's difficult to put into words what I have felt all this time. It almost feels as if I had been poked and prodded at, swatting away their advances, stepping backwards little by little and having slipped off the edge of a cliff. Although, a prepared dive off a cliff with a parachute would feel more freeing than how I feel at this very moment. In absolute free fall there is nothing to grab onto. You are falling deeper and deeper into the abyss. The years rewind in a terrifying review until you end up at the bottom. It is the past. We are at the beginning. The speed of the fall has taken us down and left us nowhere to go.
By Babout a year ago in Motivation
Home of My Favorite Summer Day
The greatest moments I can share in my life, I will share with you. Although it was in the dead of winter that we purchased this home, I already had vivid images in my mind of the seasons to come and festivities inspired by them. These images would be brought to life by you and the energy you bring to our everyday routine. The only homes you had known before were the place I originally saved you from and our apartment. While you never asked for more space, I couldn't wait to give you a proper yard. Calmly, you awaited this frozen tundra to melt from the comfort of your bed. The sliding glass door, before your bed, in the kitchen was your transformative portal to the outside world. The birds feeding from our feeder, and the squirrels prancing through the snow, gave only a tiny glimpse of the life that would spring forth. Winter turned to spring, and all the growth happened in the woods behind our new home.
By Babout a year ago in Petlife
The Darkness in Your Heart
It seemed to me as if he wanted to escape it all from the moment I met him. Always closed-off, not abiding by routine, he was just stuck in dissonance. The love he had for me and the vision he held for his life were two very different things. I was never let in on this inner turmoil he was facing until it was too late for me, for us. We were the star-crossed lovers that soared through the sky until it all came crashing down. This plane could no longer be lifted off the ground because maintenance wasn't the key. Life was.
By Babout a year ago in Fiction
The Black Wave
Sleep is the black wave that eventually overcomes all of us, no matter who we are. The fluttering, closing and opening, of our eyelids is as similar as the waves drawing to and from the shore. Sleep washes over most of us at the end of the day. It is the closing of a chapter and a chance to let go of what had happened earlier in the day to start anew the next. So, why do many of us not allow ourselves to succumb to what is to be a peaceful norm? It is because our brains are refusing to shut off. With the pandemic going on amongst other disturbing things in the world today, it is now more important than ever to escape this world for at least a little while. Because that is all sleep really amounts to be in a 24-hour period, a little while, and then we awake to conquer the next day. Here are some resolutions I'm following in 2022 to bring myself some inner peace. Come, ride this wave!
By Babout a year ago in Motivation
Civilization Is Not Your Friend
A bare sky is the sight I yearn for! I look beyond the faux hill and up to a small civilization. Oh, how far they believe themselves to have come. At first, I was here, we were here. I am told not to worry. They have the graciousness to inform us, as if we are small children, of their "big" plans. In a position like that of a child, I wait. While I fear there is nothing I can do to stop the massacre, I wait. Boom! Boom! Boom! Do the tallest ones fall the hardest? I see the desecration from my window. Mother nature is violated.
By Babout a year ago in Fiction